‘Twas the Night Before Wolf Picks

Dedicated to

fishsmell

and the rest of the crew over at the TSA Discord:

‘Twas the night before Wolf picks, when all through the den

Not a stock wasn’t analyzed, over and over again

The charts were open, in TradingView windows with care

In hope of golden crosses, soon would be there

Investors were nestled, all snug in their beds

While visions of ten baggers, danced in their heads

When out in the market, there rose such a clatter

Wolf looked up from his charts, to see what was the matter

Away to his screen, he flew like a flash

Tore open his buy screen, to slap some more HASH

When what do his wondering eyes should appear

But under valued microcaps, poised to grow next year

Two years of stocks, so profitable and slick

Wolf reflected for a moment, on his previous picks

More gains than losses, quite the stock picker

Wolf howled and shouted, and called to them by ticker

Now Atlas, now Enterprise, now NCI and KITS

On Kraken, on Happy Belly, I’m sorry NOW was the shits

To the top of the charts, no market cap too small

Now run away, run away, morning wood candles for all

Then in a twinkling, Wolf heard in the driveway

One star underperformers, drunk in their bobsleigh

As he drew in his head, and was turning around

Down the fucking chimney, FOBI landed with a bound

Dressed in red candles, three bucks to a penny

Carrying investors bags, for which they had plenty

Next came a knock, Wolf uttered a slur

He pulled open the door, to find VSBY and PLUR

Their cheeks were like roses, clothes stained with old vomit

And neither still knowing, the importance of gross profit

Wolf spoke not a word, but brandished a blade

Get out of my den, or face a further downgrade

It was silent again, Wolf got back to work

He opened up Substack, and started to smirk

I heard him exclaim, as he turned out his light

Merry Wolf picks to all, and to all a good night!

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