I was tricked by a friend
He paid me back, my wrath did end.
I was tricked by a foe;
He stole more, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd my portfolios
Night & Morning with deriviates
And I sunned it with profits
and with soft deceitful credit swaps
And it grew both day and night
Till it bore a fortune bright;
and my foe beheld its value
and he knew that it was mine
And into my investments stole
just before the markets closed
In the morning glad i See
My foe a beggar in the street.
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