Hope you don't mind if I post my favourite, Tomato
IT'S A HARD RAINS A GONNA FALL
Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son,
And where have you been my shareholder one,
I've stumbled after owning mega shares of Winspear,
I've walked and I've crawled on one crooked highway,
I've stepped in the middle of a Board of Directors,
I've been out in front of some burned out stockholders,
I've been 10,000 miles in the mouth of some shysters,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rains a gonna fall
Oh what did you see, my blue eyed son,
And what did you see my shareholder one,
I saw some stockholders with wild wolves all around them,
I saw green clay with diamonds and nobody on it,
I saw a stock price with blood that was dripping,
I saw a room full of directors with hammers a bleedin',
I saw many people with portfolios under water,
I saw folks all complainin' whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of pissed people,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rains a gonna fall
Oh what did you hear, my blue eyed son,
And what did you hear my shareholder one,
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin',
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a bleedin',
I heard many people talkin' I heard nobody listnin',
I heard one thousand people screwed,I heard a few people laughin',
I heard songs of a poet who was robbed in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who was mugged in the alley,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rains a gonna fall
Oh who did you meet, my blue eyed son,
And who did you meet my shareholder one,
I met some directors with four million options,
I met a white man who walked many dogs,
I met some shareholders whose anger was burning,
I met some old threadsters who gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded by greed,
I met another man who was wounded by cash grabs,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rains a gonna fall
Oh what shall you do now, my blue eyed son,
And what shall you do now, my shareholder one,
I'm going back out 'fore the directors all screw us,
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest class action,
Where plaintiffs are many and the directors defendants,
Where the pellets of options are poisoning the stock price,
And the gems in the tundra meet the dark dirty secrets,
Where the faces of thieves are always well hidden,
Where avarice is ugly, where shareholders are forgotten
Where green is the color and greed is the number,
And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
And reflect to the thread so that all souls can see it,
And I'll find a reporter to write an expose piece,
And I'll know my rights well before I start suing,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rains a gonna fall
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Mr. Turner likely still doesn't appreciate it, but this particular aficionado might never have looked into investing in his corporation if a Musical Fruit on the internet hadn't got Saucey with Dylan.
And you know we'll always treasure this one, produced and posted fifty-three minutes! after knowledge of the event was posted;
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Cheers, Tomato. You have a vote here for a renewal of your Poetic License.
............. Salud ................... marcos
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