A FAREWELL TO JALALI
Whenever I find myself a bit melancholy
I pause, and I laugh, as I ask, "Where's Jalali?"
Did you find shorting DDIM such a folly
That it made you seek refuge, and go AWOL-ie?
You were always off-track, you lied in front of that trolley
As an investor, your bet was a dog, a dumb collie.
Your advice stank like a llama, but you sir, are no Dhali.
As a leader, you were Lumpy, not Beaver or Wally.
Are you sad, you sad relic, are you no longer jolly?
Can you no longer laugh, online be a bit LOL-ie?
Has your broker done told you you're no longer qual'ied?
Have your puts' time values melted, like a Salvador Dali?
You've been castrated, disemboweled and even deball-ied.
To the many who followed you, did you once say, "I'm solly"?
While the longs plan vacations to Tahiti or Bali,
You're at home, you're pretending, with money from MonoPolly.
So, hey, if you're out there, here's one final volley:
YOU NEVER WERE RIGHT,
Except to give up...
Farewell Jalali. |
