We must have gotten off on the wrong foot, my amigo bueno.
To show you how sorry I am, I wrote a poem for you to enjoy.
This is of course all in good fun, not a word of truth to it,
or meant to depict any living or known person.
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*****************"A TALE BETWEEN THE LINES"******************
The Blithering Baboon of Bang-a-gong.
Lose a nickel, and then he's gone.
Of staying power, he has none,
Calls for margin have him on the run.
Makes his calls a day too late,
To brag and lose, that's his fate.
He takes from others, all their dreams,
With guile and whispers, behind the scenes.
The words of others, that's all he knows,
And even then, the reading he blows.
Watches the action, then invents his trade,
Ficticious are most, those trades he made.
He pumps them up and shorts them down.
The things he does, makes the SEC frown.
From thread to thread, he draws them in,
Does he not know, to lie's a sin?
From place to place, he bangs his gong,
When someone's right, he shouts they're wrong.
He twists the words, all so tight.
He works it out, so he's always right.
As time goes on, he continues to spout,
Vindictive venom, without a doubt.
Pumping himself, he seeks for a name,
To success in this, he can make his claim.
But OUR name for him, is not the same.
The problem we have, we can't print it out.
To Jill's Jail we'd go, and wouldn't get out.
Why haven't there been, SI reins put on him?
So you can see, the dilemma we're in.
How do you 'spose, we can get rid of him?
Have the Blithering Baboon, in his cage, put in?
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Ah, poetry is so good for the soul, soothing. Hope you enjoyed it, Little Yo.
Best, Savant
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