There are things out there that he doesn't buy,
While some others he doesn't purchase
Wire-to-wire information sometimes reads incomplete,
So many out here doing a hustle,
Promising the farm yet delivering voided acres
The quick buck trades swiftly,
Greasing palms and making the cautious sweat
Reading between lines in which there is nothing in-between,
Urgent correspondence that amount to little more than empty bulk,
Inflating the cause relentlessly but also carelessly
Drop the set-up, ignore the boards,
Grab something safe, head to shore,
Escape all those wants and needs,
Close up and buy out
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