RISING OUT OF THIS MESS
When HUI starts rising into the close
it's time to get on your betting clothes,
the Cretins are tiring of their bops,
Bernanke just feeds them fiat slops.
Their eyes are full of Hank's last fall
the China beatings hang like a pall
over all the FED is notorious for:
courting the banksters and the fiat whore.
Their eyes are dreary like a dying man’s
it's all they can do to make the buck stand,
taking every ounce of their flagging vigor
to give the dollar an appealing figure.
Look at them sigh and weep and tumble,
they know that GOLD is about to rumble,
they know their lies are going to be seen,
through what is golden and not sick green.
GOLD rises proudly out of this mess,
just waiting its chance to fight and press,
knowing where it's been and where it's aimed
a storehouse of value is its claim.
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