***Poem for Mad Monk***
There once was a monk who was mad.
His stock picks made others glad.
But, AT twenty dollars,
He said, "BUY" and he hollered,
"My number one moonshot is RAD!"
Disciples all followed.
Their wallets, they hollowed.
Because their great leader was BAD!
Now they sit in a fit,
And they wonder a bit,
Is this old, learned man, just a cad?
His words do not hum,
Till thirty-six comes,
But the flock, it is wanting to win.
With our CASE stuck in gunk,
We need oil from the Monk,
So our COG can be spinning again.
If you HAVE in your heart,
A concern for your part,
That has led many here to despair.
Then break from your silence,
And free us from violence,
It's your WORDS that will show us you CARE.
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