I'll be popping champagne while the Wall st wizz will be popping his head out a 44th storey window surely followed by the rest of his body and a few colleagues that went balls deep in this good times roll fake pump bubble ...Bubbles bubbles in the air some pop here and some pop on Black Monday .
If you ain't already short come opening bell I would prepare to tell that Gold digger wife and those snooty Apple branded brats to expect a satsuma in a sock for Christmas .
Black Monday cometh ....You never knew how ,But the Mojiadoji don't lie and you can take that to the bank ,If it's still open ...Busted flushes and broken dreams atop the news Tuesday morn.
Akin to a kid at a 3hr feature munching that XL bag of candy goodies mummy let him shovel in the bag til it was spilling out ,enjoying himself fist over fistful ,Mouth over mouthful . Now he's back in the car tummy starting to rumble and a few miles down the rd the inevitable spewfest begins.The smell of vomit permeating the vehicle bringing his fellow journeymen to convulse . Mummy loses control as her foot glides off the pedals slippy sliding in little Timmy's bile and have decayed Gummy bears smashing into a wall and they all die an almost instant death ...That's the markets from start to finish of this fake pump hyped ride .
The Mojiadoji says hello darkness my old friend ,Your Audemars Piguet watches will glisten in the evening sun as you plummet from your ivory towers ...Pack a lunch it's gonna be the longest shortest day of your Champagne Charlie life for Black Monday Cometh .