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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