LOOK AT KRUDLOW IF YOU CAN
Bernanke soon speaks on the rate,
get your GOLD for that date.
It's going to be hot in PM land,
get those stocks all in hand.
3 0f 111 is on the pad,
as you know, GOLD's no fad,
been around since old King Tut,
sometimes blasting from the rut.
This time GOLD's hot as fire,
as Fiat burns on a pyre.
Look into Krudlow's doubting eyes,
he's got dollars and he cries.
Look at Paulson, he looks sick,
he gets green with each GOLD tick.
Look at Ben, he looks sour,
sitting in his ivory tower,
doesn't know bull from a bear,
sits there losing every hair.
Look at Erin, she looks dumb,
sucking on Goldman's thumb.
Look at Kernen, he looks funny,
playing with his funny money.
Look at GOLDBUGS, they look smart,
they know the horse from the cart.
They know the engine will be GOLD
before this story is fully told.
We're blasting off to a new bright land,
riding the bull, GOLD in hand!
Email this Article to a Friend 
Printer Friendly Version