Ode to Bloody Monday version 1.1 ©
O beauteous is the golden day,
That bathes the Wall Street splendour,
Mr Market doth force J6P to Bend Over.
How fair value will fall to hell
Mr Margin Will forcefully Call
Tuneful Static will replace the CnBS Channel,
And 401k bleedest dally!
Though full of care, this Portfolio is Bear,
And precious ev'ry minute,
That warns us, since fell TL/EV is near,
T'enjoy Shorts and Puts while we're in it.
But when the stomach's explodeth of scam,
And Gold is shorted to a sliver;
When eviscerayed seemeth ev'ry lamb,
And clogg'd is life's High Colonic river;
When we are feeling ill and sick,
And when the nestegg is putrid;
When on the brain a cloud lies thick,
All a commdity become illiquid;
When strange and rumbling sounds within
Announce the hateful colic,
And when our hot and throbbing head
Shows us Enron was really Drano
Sold the world a Dream that was Dead
But fires us now with pain-O!
We sell and short we get the whale Bone
We went long fer loss, we cover we groan,
The afterhours trades unheeded lying;
We fill the air with many a moan,
And care not if we're liquifying.
But Mr Market, wise as aye he is,
By starving 'gins to mend us;
From such another bout as this,
No Prayer The PPT offfend us!
HOHOHO |
