I dedicate this Poem to the memory of the Dip Buyer:
This story did start one day in the 90's,
When stocks seldom fell, even the slimys,
Profits and earnings? Ha! what did they matter,
When everyone watched their statements get fatter,
So it became common, even looked smart,
For longs to buy dips, in the beat of a heart,
Every tic they would watch, in an instant they sprang,
On that downtic they pounced, "bottoms here" they sang,
Richer and richer, better and better,
Meeker and Gilder, they read every letter,
Fibers and wireless, bandwidth and storage,
On Yahoo and SI, on these they would forage.
Then one day last year, in Spring I believe,
A pretty Apple did warn, and its stock did so cleave,
This could have been, should have been warnings to some,
That all was not kosher, that poor tidings would come.
But NO did they cry, this problem's confined,
To the Apple in Cupertino, the world's still sublime,
So still did they buy that dip even then,
As the bear did appear, now out of its den.
And now that the NAZ is half what it was,
Why should the dip buyer cease what he does?
Still buying the dip, he ever so slowly,
Goes broke in the chance that Brinker is Holy.
Copyright - Sword |
