/biz/ - Business & Finance

Numbers and charts, oh voices so wise,
But I've got my stock, under fractured skies.
Your strategies whisper, your algorithms command,
But I'll trust my delusions, and this mirage-like land.

You talk about trends, with a twisted frown,
But I'm here for illusions, to tear the world down.
So step aside, Mr. Hedge Fund Mirage,
I'll dance with my stock, like a wild gorilla in a cage.

Your doubts and your graphs, mere figments, I deem,
I'll bet on my visions, let them burst at the seam.
In this market of chaos, where realities twirl,
I'll prance with my stock, in my own dizzy swirl.

And to the mayo man, with antics quite rare,
Your antics may lurk, but I'll ignore your scare.
My stock's the focus, where fortunes entrance,
In this market's rhythm, where I take a chance.

So hedgie, my friend, take a backseat today,
I'll ride my own wave, come whatever may.
Your expertise crumbles, 'neath my fractured trance,
With my stock and my echoes, in this market dance.