GOLD’S CLAWS
All is quiet on the golden front
not even a Ben Bernanke grunt,
as we wait for decisions on the rate,
as if the Fed holds big GOLD's fate.
But it's the Fed that hangs on GOLD,
it's GOLD that makes them faint or bold,
that gets them running to the bank
before the economy goes in the tank.
GOLD holds them in its golden claw,
for GOLD is reality and the law,
for GOLD is money that is for real,
it has eternity's golden seal.
Ben can thrash, and Hank can yell
as their beloved fiat goes to hell.
Krudlow can grin like the clown he is,
Kernen can frown and lose his fizz.
Erin can wiggle her derriere,
Haines can drink a dozen beer,
GOLD shakes them and break them
as sure as the buck forsakes them.
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