Loading ...The whipsaw kid rides again,
GOLD and SILVER are his bane.
When he goes long, they ring the gong.
when he goes short, they abort.
Up and down and around he rides,
nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
With every commission he has to sigh,
with every loss he has to cry.
I lost my position went up so fast,
left me here sitting on my a$$.
With every bet I get the shivers.
All my nerves are torn to slivers.
I am the Whipsaw kid you see,
I’ll make the markets bow to me.
I make trades in cyber reams.
Only my broker gets rich, you see.
Just call me whipsaw, in and out.
It sounds sexy, but it’s a rout.
Don’t be proud you out there,
You too have danced with bull and bear!!!!
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