No one listened Gerald Celente, nor did the WADC pied pipers read this screwy sonnet:

Mother Market Skewed

Bull Bruin has fallen from his perch overlooking Broad and Wall.
He has been dismembered and dispersed as pieces big and small.
Not all of moguls of Mother Market’s whores,
Nor all of her bean accounting men in scores,
Can restore Bull’s stature in the global village,
For he was sundered by MIGA’s* pimps who pumped the Ponzi pillage.
Should Bruin be smithed or smithered by a dilettante hand,
Than by the guidance of Adam’s invisible one so grand?
What will Bull Bruin become after his remake is done?
Will he regain his status of Number One?
Should he trust inept paws to bind his wounds
Or self salve his bruises caused by the craven hounds?
None can see the outcome yet, for time wounds all heels:
A skewed cynicism of the truth that time’s passage is what heals.

*Military-Industrial-Government Alliance

–A. W. Loescher, 26 September, 2008 AD