When a Hoot is Given Out

The extrusion of difficulty explodes 
with simplicity. There is no matador
for this metaphor. The bullish fight
and the bears delight. I am a stocked
market, unpredictable. What will go
to waste? There is a bauble and it is 
bobbling. I am sure that this will be
too vague to serve as a ticket for the
short order in the back. There will
be no breakfast when sleepfast has
been broken earlier than an owl
would submit.