A poem for CXO shareholders:I woke up on the Gold CoastWhilst...

A poem for CXO shareholders:

I woke up on the Gold Coast
Whilst eating my breakfast of toast
And decided to do this HotCopper post

I began to think these chartists
Are they just b*llsh*it artists?
Hmm.. perhaps I’m not the smartest

Because truth be told
I wish some I sold
Perhaps I was waiting for the gold

Or was it the lithium price
I just wanted to keep my slice
It was all tracking so bl**dy nice

Then long hair
Decided to sell part of his share
Why should we all care?

Then mr burns
The share price turns
My stomach churns

These directors dump
That’s the end of any pump
In my throat forms a lump

I may have to up my med
While we are in the red
Look at AVZ!

For I mean no offence
But does that make any sense
It’s all making me bl**dy tense

Look at CXO
Please don’t go too low
And become a sh*t show

Another shake of the tree
Drilling results after the SPP?
It’s all bl**dy got me

Perhaps I should stop all this whining
And look forward to the mining
For that’s the silver lining

Sorry directors of Core
About the names and that I swore
I should stop wanting more

Because at the end of the day
It’s all going to be okay
As the rewards will pay

Hold your shares tight
Don’t loose sight
For the future looks bright!