The 13th Labor

The Grecians all insist they’re staying put.
The rest of Europe isn’t well-assured.
For runners from their savings to be lured,
Or brokers, worried losses are afoot,
From any better deals to keep away,
Or rioters to calm, or looters, all
Awaiting any due they’ve come to call
Their own, to put in prison, or a fray
Within the Grecian streets to quiet down
Is quite a Herculean task, indeed.
The timing makes a failure guaranteed –
Two hours shy a weekend is a crown,
A 13th labor for the Grecian might.
You’re better trading Facebook, at its height.