From a meme that stole our saving on mass,
They try again from that deep crevasse.
The Son, his turn, was beaten to the punch,
Just in case you’ve not heard, $BARRON’s no free lunch.
They fight and argue,
and throw they’re weight down.
There’s at least ten I’ve counted,
one hundred million – each round.
Now its time to pay,
for those naming rights.
The highly leveraged futures,
and the platforms with mights.
The deeper the wallets,
the longer the play..
Unless getting in early,
and it’s your place to stay.
So you can say to your kids,
on your death bed you lay.
Here’s some memes,
not sure how they pay.
Great, you’ve got a pico percent,
of a nano neolithic narrative.
Now pay the taxes,
and cop the collective.
All I see,
are evil twins.
Men in the middle,
and those slaves to grins.
Why did I look,
and choose to gamble.
All those years savings,
were too hard to handle.
I prayed,
I tried,
I reversed on the inside,
Every time I did – they had my hide.
Anyway,
thats a rollercoster.
Its the way it goes,
just much much lower.
You can have your conciencous competitive garb,
Your wealth you suck from all the retards.
The way you play with your new found wealth,
will certainly tell and causeth un·couth.