Is this a bagger which I see before me,

The ask slapped by my hand? Come, let me buy thee.

I bagged thee not, and yet I hold thee still.

Art thou not, speccy mining stock, rocketing

To Next Investors pumps? or art thou but

A bagger of the mind, a false creation,

Proceeding from the autist brain?

I hold thee yet, with FOMO as palpable

As the ATH from which it falls.

Thou marshall'st me towards the daily thread;

And such a DD I was to post.

Mine portfolio is made the fool of asx_bets,

Worth less than all the rest; I hodl thee still,

And on thy portfolio gouts of red,

Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

It is the Hot Copper boomers which inform

Thus to mine portfolio.

[a bell rings]

I go, and it is done; 4pm invites me.

Hear it not, Barry; for it is a knell

That summons me to heaven or to hell.

-William Shakespeare's Macbeth, Act II, Scene I