AWAKE, AWAKE
Are we awake for this, someone asks
as GOLD in golden sunlight basks.
Get out of bed, grab a chart,
pick up a gold stock, use a dart.
GOLD and SILVER are both on fire,
of Fiat they make a raging pyre.
Laugh out loud at those Cabal mistakes,
the buck is diving, ain't got no brakes.
Up to the stars GOLD is aimed,
grab that chart, it should be framed,
past the moon SILVER is surely going,
3 of 111 is hot and glowing!!!
Erin burbles on bubble TV,
a mask to hide her golden dream,
when she gets home and settled at night,
GOLD and SILVER are her delight.
Krudlow professes to hate all GOLD,
but he doesn't want his PF to fold,
at break he grabs the nearest phone
BUY GOLD, GOLD, GOLD you broker drone.
Kernen looks frozen in a daze,
he's been bit by the PM craze,
he's mortgaged his house five times over
for GOLD and SILVER to put him in clover.
Awake, awake, all you fiat dreamers,
this GOLD bull is one tough screamer.
Forget your Google, your dull Walmart,
your fortune awaits in a PM chart.
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