A little financial poetry
Here’s some financial poetry for you. It’s a little different from my usual money musings, but I hope you enjoy it all the same and find it helpful for learning about your finances. With sincere apologies to Charles Mackay!
The headlong twit that wants to transact
Their Gold and silver coins for shares like Whatsapp
May speculate by all means with the help of Goldman Sachs
And open their stock accounts to be ransacked.
The den of thieves has no wares
So they bluff and bluster about questionable shares
Andrew Jackson was wrong, there will be no rout
Belief in Central banks we are all devout.
Don’t worry retirees about the lack of yield
You can eat all your capital and then live in a field
There’s still plenty around, more greenery than property
Screw our kids; let them inherit our debts in poverty.
We used to rule our cousins and now Obama preaches
Back of the line! While Cameron drops his breeches
Don’t worry little Englanders we’ll be saved by Draghi
And can spend our lives speaking German, wearing Armani.
It’s not money anymore, now we all have wealth
And it’s being professionally managed, should I say stolen by stealth.
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