They claim you can't go home again.
But there's no law against jumping over the fence
Without going in.
Or I hope they don't know there is.
With the house in Connecticut,
Typically loud conversations turn delicate.
Somebody slow suddenly gunning for your record, it's
Just smoke, til Sonny comes home like a revenant. So,
What's the invecx of aggressive investment?
An automated trading deske that hedges the present.
No more reflexive conventional bets, let's let
Our extrasensory perception frickin' PROJECT.
When you have
Next to nothing left to lose, it hangs around your neck.
They'll never take your dignity, just pounds and pounds of flesh. Is that a yes?
If it sounds sketch,
Turn it down, unless
You love a leech
Or a powder keg,
Dumb and proud, forever 23!
Couple years ago, you got stuck up a tree.
Pledged you'd never sell your soul for some dumb ol' belief. Oh HONEY,
Trust me, nothin's free and
Fit were up to me:
Cut 'em out.
You're better when there's no one around
You'll make it on your own somehow
I guess you could just throw in the towel?
But this is your life and your home now.
And by your own account, as far as the net net,
The easy part is over and the hard part will be excellent!
With thunderclouds rumbling aground, I wonder aloud if our best bet is hunker and/or double down, just trust the invecx deske?