#robinhood
Now, I like to sing Jazz and I'm millennial investor
When the Crona came I had to sell all my Tesla
But I hope if you listen in a decade or less
You remember this song with a smile on your face
Robinhood story has been trending four years
Raising new generation of bulls and bears
Letting smaller fish swim alongside sharks and whales
That’s how I became a fan of fractional shares!
I believe they will grow they were growing before
Nothing can stop me from getting some more
Oh I love buying low like a pro
Selling is also an option to know
Now, I have some snacks, I read reports on the stock
What is Under the hood, what's the talk of the block?
Talking heads on the-Street could be playing their game
Let the buyer beware! And there's no one to blame
Robinhood stock has joined the show
Ticker "HOOD" is in business come rain or snow
And so after a long night of trying to sleep
When I open my app, I just pray for the dip
Now, I hear of new coin on the crypto market
They say it costs a penny but has a dollar target
I say thanks but they're plenty of crap coins around
I already have good coins in my Gold account
Robinhood crypto is well on the rise
Litecoin, Dogecoin, Bitcoin - they rhyme nice!
If I get some Ethereum I’ll cling to it tight
With those coins in my wallet, my future is bright
I believe in the crypto, I believe in the hood
But I'm not a prophet don't let me be misunderstood
Though it might be a one-time deal
Even Santa Claus rally could go downhill
I believe they will grow they were growing before
Nothing can stop me from getting some more
Oh I love buying low like a pro
C’mon give me that access to best IPOs, best IPOs
Now, I have an opinion I don't give advice
You buy or you sell, you gotta think twice!
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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Robin Hood and Jacques Derrida
As the first stars came out above the leaves
Of Merry Sherwood, the lads in peaceful repose
Put away their after-supper mending of gear
And idled over their ale of October brewing
Then Robin Hood spoke to Allan-a-Dale:
Don’t sing to us of Neo-Post-Colonial White Supremacist Patriarchal People-of-Color Matriarchal LGBTQTY Non-Binary Feminist Chomskian Existentialist (existentialist – how quaint) Hegelian Post-Structuralist Logocentric Sausurian Psychoanalytical Post-Modern Marxist Jungian New Critical Cognitive Scientific Neo-Anarchic Canon-Repudiationist Neo-Informalist Catarrhic De-Constructionism.
Sing to us
a story.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
Robin
Kind husband, vigilant father, loving son, mischievous brother
Brother of Lizard and Kippie-bombs
Lover of Kahtabeak, Danbug and Benbot
Who feels joyful, happy and satisfied
Who fears brown recluse spiders, level 4 biohazards and tsunamis
Who would like to see an end to mourning, outcry and pain
Resident of Sherwood Forest
Hood
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
There really isn't anything new
On this year's Christmas Giver Menu.
First we have the 'Accidental Insulter '
Who needs to hire, a clever gift consultor.
While handing you a gymnasium voucher,
Turning your emotions from 'sweet' to 'sour'!
Insults dressed up as compliments are nothing new,
But still, Cuz, it's a bit hard to chew!
Next in line is the 'Relentless Re-gifter'
With telltale signs on my "new" game of Twister,
Footprint stains and greasy hand marks,
My goodness, my fury is starting to spark!
"Do you love it? " She asks. "I knew you would! "
She was feeling heroic like Robin Hood,
Passing me that tired looking parcel,
I wanted to fling that **** gift right back to the castle!
I thought to myself, "Hey there Squire!
Your ****** gifts just aren't my desire!! "
Will I fret about this gift? Not one bit,
I'll just re-wrap it, re-gift it and,
Give it back to them next year!
The message, I bet, will be loud and clear.
"The Cheapskate"! Oh, what can I say here?
It's the same lame excuse year after year!
Buying gifts, eluded his 'plan',
He was far too busy, getting his tan.
Gifts to him just didn't matter,
As long as there was a lobster on a platter!
"The Handmade Lover" has a
Life affirming talent making,
But that 'Floral cushion cover collection,
I fear, by now, is OVERTAKING!!!
The "Gift Certificate Easy Roller",
Forgot you were plus five and a stroller,
Smiles smugly, as they hand it over,
I'd need more luck, than a four leaf clover,
Taking them all in to get my nails done,
Doesn't feel like a barrel of fun.
So, in future to avoid this mad, crazy dash,
I'd love to receive some COLD HARD CASH!!
Now, nothing makes me feel more nauseated,
Than "High Perceived Value packaging". "It's totally overrated! "
But I take courage in the "One Who Knows Me Best"
Their presents always outshine the rest!
"Merry Christmas to one and all! "
I hope that Santa heard your call,
"H-E-L-P!!! "
1 Nov 2018
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
My twisted mind has plotted a vicious crime,
In the city where lives the most prime,
A wait of time, a drift in the moonless night,
Gathering gears to pass by any upcoming fight,
With few people on board wearing armor of knight,
It's this night we take over of what is right,
The treasure chamber resides in the heart of city,
A smirk smile speaks of the loss and pity,
These prime monsters have snatched from the poor and needy,
Their gold and silver, money robbed by greedy,
I am no Robinhood for sure,
But life like this is making more people poor,
It's a masterpiece robbery in the nights shadow,
And flee from the chamber leads direct to the meadow,
We are sat to go and break the law,
In the knights armor we shall bash and blow...
©sim
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
I could feel him staring, his eyes piercing the flame whilst clenching the head of a bottle. I looked up from twisting the new Flemish string I was making. “Will” I said with a sneering lift in my cheek and keeping my tongue stiff to force back a chuckle. He kept staring, I guess it was amazingly beautiful, the warming fire we had. The travel we had endured from the south had been long and challenging. Rain to fill god’s own goblet had been upon us for days and the wind was no maiden of help. I let him stare just a while longer because this part of the land we were in was damp, and not from the rain, it was damp with people like me. “William, behind you!” I shouted with such the ferocity of a lone wolf fighting of it's own pack from the **** that the stumpy boy shot awake his eyes, coming back into this world of living and stood abruptly to his feet, spinning on his heel and slicing with a dagger that he unsheathed in one simple motion. Before his arm could fully extend he kept turning and stopped looking straight at me. Just watching how fast he did all of that was impressive, but his dancing was even more of a show. “No need to laugh, old man. I didn't know you were lying”. He said sharply in a rough welsh filled with annoyance after I made him wake from his fiery gem. Once my shoulders stopped jiggling up and down from laughter, I came back to crafting my string whilst giving him my reason. “Look around boy, or don’t, you just did a perfect spin for me, I do say it was a perfect motion that even the princess of the eastern lands would be jealous
of”. His eyes tensed with a stabbing look and sat on his **** next to the great oak that sheltered us from the rain. I knew he would listen to me now as I had made his face turn redder than his hair.
To be continued..
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC