Wild Times
The markets are having a real good day
Which means I'm having one too
My moods go up and down with the charts
Wild times we're going through
One day we're up on top of the world
Next day it's all doom and gloom
Imagine if we were all so stinking rich
We'd buy drinks for the whole damn room
Dream on people, that sounds delusional
Been downing too many of drafts
The only time I'll be buying the beer
Is if I've gone completely daft
So on those days the markets are up
And your spirits are flying high
Walk around with a grin on your face
And hug everyone that goes by
Coz sure as shootin' down they'll come
And your gains will disappear
You'll be dragging your sorry ass once more
And downing a bunch more beer!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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