Traderstock101 - We Cast Thee Out!
O Traderstock101, with venomous tongue, A serpent lurking 'mongst the market throng, On Sonoro stock forum, where traders meet, You weave your web of deceit, oh so discreet.
Paid to post, with a devious agenda, Whispering falsehoods with each vile addenda, You speak ill of stocks, forever bearish, A cunning plot, your intentions quite nefarious.
But heed this plea, O Traderstock101, Seek another profession, for yours is done, Cease your relentless tirade of disdain, Stop bleeding money on your futile stock bets' pain.
For the market dances, a tempestuous tango, Riding the waves, a wild and uncertain tango, With every ebb and flow, fortunes can rise, Yet you, misguided soul, fail to realize.
Your words, a poison, infecting the minds, Of those who seek guidance, their hopes it blinds, Let the stocks move freely, in their natural flow, Release your grip, let honest traders glow.
For true wisdom lies in knowledge profound, In diligent research and insights renowned, Not in base trickery and cunning deceit, That tarnishes trust, rendering it obsolete.
So Traderstock101, with venomous tongue, Leave the forum, where honest voices are sung, Find another path, a different pursuit, For the market's melody shall forever refute.
Let the stocks breathe, unburdened by your scorn, And in their journey, may fortunes be reborn, May traders find solace, away from your spell, In a world where integrity shall forever dwell.
O Traderstock101, with venomous tongue, A serpent lurking 'mongst the market throng, On Sonoro stock forum, where traders meet, You weave your web of deceit, oh so discreet.
Paid to post, with a devious agenda, Whispering falsehoods with each vile addenda, You speak ill of stocks, forever bearish, A cunning plot, your intentions quite nefarious.
But heed this plea, O Traderstock101, Seek another profession, for yours is done, Cease your relentless tirade of disdain, Stop bleeding money on your futile stock bets' pain.
For the market dances, a tempestuous tango, Riding the waves, a wild and uncertain tango, With every ebb and flow, fortunes can rise, Yet you, misguided soul, fail to realize.
Your words, a poison, infecting the minds, Of those who seek guidance, their hopes it blinds, Let the stocks move freely, in their natural flow, Release your grip, let honest traders glow.
For true wisdom lies in knowledge profound, In diligent research and insights renowned, Not in base trickery and cunning deceit, That tarnishes trust, rendering it obsolete.
So Traderstock101, with venomous tongue, Leave the forum, where honest voices are sung, Find another path, a different pursuit, For the market's melody shall forever refute.
Let the stocks breathe, unburdened by your scorn, And in their journey, may fortunes be reborn, May traders find solace, away from your spell, In a world where integrity shall forever dwell.