DOG DAYS OF SUMMER
If the dog days of August make you bark
it's Bernanke that has us in the dark,
and Paulie with all his scummy buddies,
trying to save Cramer's fuddy duddies.
And if it ain't Kudlow with his twang,
could be Erin who gave you fangs,
it could be Kernen with his hair
who made you bark like an ugly bear.
But then again it's Greenie's ghost
who made you paw and growl the most
turned you into a dog of summer.
And those banksters in their hummers,
who made you gnash your golden teeth,
hang on your neck a funeral wreath,
swear never to buy an ounce of GOLD
till August croaks and the Cabal fold.
But August could be the greatest thing,
GOLD on a rocket and a wing,
towards the fabled golden moon
bye, bye Cretins, see you no time soon.
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