Cloistered
He's always lived a sheltered life,
never felt everyday people's pain
When the economy crashed
and a flood of tears came down,
he was laughing, singing in the rain
Oh, the money he would make,
he could pile sky high
And to those who lost everything,
he gave the proper obligatory sigh
He was taught this basic rule:
When the market is slow,
and you can buy low
Do it, do it real fast
Then when the market becomes robust,
maximizing your hedge fund trust
Sell quick and swiftly get the cash
It's quite nice, living the cloistered life,
he was often fond of saying
And off the world's troubles, you can profit double
Indeed, seclusion is a price worth paying
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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