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GME Over?

by john-f-mccullagh

Oh, pity the suits! The masterful class, who Robin-hood traders just kicked in the ass. Sitting high in their towers of concrete and steel They thought naked shorts were the art of the deal. They shorted more shares than are said to exist So henceforth they just ought to cease and desist! The retail investors, those dumb money fools, Bought up call options and took them to school. The rich lost their shorts and maybe their shirts, They can perhaps sell their mansions and go live in yurts. If they have some bitcoins perhaps they can sell them But never buy shares in a hedge fund named Melvin!
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Written by
john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
Published
Jan 28, 2021
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Always remember to cover your shorts, especially if they are naked shorts

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