If you had a choice to pick a box that would make you money trading, would you pick a

I must be on the 'puter, for to post in this thread

cause my blackberry won't work, to login it is dead

support has been helping, to resolve this issue

but for now it's not fixed, I must cry in a tissue

I am getting a software, upgrade real soon

and when it is done, just give me some room

 

Please know just right now - much I don’t talk

Because down the path of understanding - I must walk


For what I thought I knew was just so much crap

Now I must use - my ole thinking cap



So momentarily silent I must be

In order so I can better see

 

A sprat has big word, but it is absurd

To most is may seem, a part of a dream

For the few that aware, it is but false fair

The reason is ply, now let me - tell you why

The web you might say, is the choice of today

For modern day talk, is like stick of chalk

Many will think, there is right in the ink

But to know right from wrong, one must sing the song

The tune it is sweet, for those on their feet

Many stay bitter, for listening to chitter

Associations may seem, a part of the dream

But do not be a fool, and be fooled by a tool

The world of today, not like yesterday

Is not what it be, and clearly you'll see

Before we explain, must warn of the pain

So grab on to the door, least hit you the floor

We had an old Aunt, as strange as can be

She had something long, went down to her knee

Unable to bear, the staring big glare

The truth, the carbunlce, for sure was our Uncle

 

You sure there's not six sides to a box? Or are we talking about a square? Cube? Either way, no one wants to admit they haven't found what they're looking for, so when someone is told that somebody else has, the natural inclination is to be dismissive. As to the person who uses the box, it might be black some days and see through on others.

 

If my eyes then be truly clear

It is my uncle I must hold dear


And the tool about which you doth speak

My interest it seems must now go bleak


I searched and searched but the tome I could not find

Shall I continue the quest or lest I be blind



And then this song that I must sing

Is it possible has a familiar ring


Again to the door I must traverse

What path forward for I feel I am in reverse


Questions Questions – I know I sound silly

But after all I’m a just redneck – which is nothing more than dumbass hillbilly

 

Ah Sir you're not observing the rules

Lest you take us for doddering fools

 

Look straight ahead, and 4 you will see

The sides need not equal, nor square they need be

RN he did say, the box, where it be?

Let's look and determine, if box we can see

A box can be wide, a box can be tall

It even can be, constructed so small

But many not know, that to stop losing socks

A box it can be, a box in a box!

No answers in line, will be got from now on

Those who wish, they can stay, those who like, can move on

 

A rule is a rule, a fool is a fool

He who chooses the lat, will wear the dim hat

But he who can see, the box in the box

Knows nothing can be, less control is the key

If any do like, to get on a bike

Then peddle they must, or they can stay bust

For we do not care, for all to join in

Just those who can see, their nose from their chin

 

The fool is the sprat, for talking like that

But he can not see, that we are the key

His head it is big, his mouth it is taught

And what comes out in a shot, is worth but a naught

For those who can read, they should learn to see greed

SQ with the 3, helps greatly you see

Not many will use, for they wear lazy shoes

A few will get up, and stir up the cup

7 Sons have been sought, tonight in a thought

In there lies but 3, but they are the key

For the one who will find, he will never go blind

He will see that the socks, will stay on with the box

 

I can see that some love, trading above

But to think I just pick, is not very quick

Intentions my friend, mean nought lest you bend

To see what is such, you would gladly give much

A few I did say, and remain it will stay

For to show is a sin, that can cost you a bin

So think what you may, and write what you will

But to few it not sway, as we have the till