Ode, Odd or Odiferous:
Angellic hosts on high,
weaving their echoed cry,
Is it the truth we hear that rings?
Or, maybe AG pullin' the strings....
Methinks, I spot a deus ex machina,
hoping to tame Mr. Market's agita.
Will we be soothed by a cut in rate?
Or will it be too little too late?
Methinks a rally's in the books
Another chance to buy cheap puts.
For AG's sword is swift and real
But a sick market it cannot heal.
So, dear heart, shall we make the call?
Is this half cup full or a folderol?
Inflation, conflation, market mast... perturbation,
Stagflation,conflagration, naw, mere agitation,
Tempestuous teapot this market on the spot,
Shall we see volatility chase out the rot?
Methinks perchance not.
I'll not have the hubris to make a call.
On AG's sword I'm loathe to fall.
Until we get some sort of fix in
I remain another chart-chasing VXN.
I find charts are like farts,
hard to tell the ends from the starts.
But before I grow crass,
Let me suggest some, um, mass.
If AG were Allen, he just hit the gas,
leaving the shambles from that stoker
to the reincarnation of Volcker. |
