LIKE A VOLCANO
On quiet days just like these,
the cabal’s got GOLD on freeze.
The cretins think they’ve won the war,
have frightened goldbugs to the core.
But like a volcano, GOLD just sleeps,
not making a burble, not a peep,
waiting for its chance to come alive,
then watch the fire, watch it thrive.
Erin doesn’t know which way is up,
Haines is looking like a sick pup.
Kernen sighs for the good old days,
and Becky looks in quite the daze.
Krudlow is in search of goldilocks,
but knows the economy’s on the rocks.
Cramer does his doom day dance,
he’ll take his GOLD and move to France
The great GOLD mountain will erupt.
all fragile fiat it will soon disrupt,
showing the bankers for what they are,
looking for defaulters wide and far.
When golden fire streams on high,
then you will see the PMs fly,
and Cramer rush to grab the bull,
he might be nuts, but he’s no fool.
….North
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