The sub prime operator 

      Foreclosed on his backache

     The stench filled his nostrils

    Of forms and #2 pencil lead shavings

      His bluish grey eyes 

     Were rimmed with bloodshot veins

       As he opened a can of Campbell's Mushroom Soup

   "It'll be over when it's over." He kept repeating to himself.

  Outside the sun was setting on a perfectly lovely day.