Out of the leverage that covers me,
Green as the dollar from bank to bank
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable short
In the fell clutch of bullishness
I have neither cut nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of volatility
My position is lossy but unstopped
Beyond this place of QE and liquidity
Looms but the horror of the debt,
And yet the menace of the quarters
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the trend
How charged with punishments the bear
I am the master of my view
I am the captain of my short
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