"Nowadays, you can't turn on the TV without some talking head telling you about the economy. Yet, in a world overrun by 'analysts,' only one man has the guts, the brains, and, quite frankly, the poetry to put it all in perspective.That man is Michael Silverstein... Silverstein is a true intellectual." — Gersh Kuntzman, The New York Post

"Few people have found much to laugh about in the stock market this year. Michael Silverstein is the exception. The Bard of the Bourse can find humor in losing money, globalization and stock options." — USA Today

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I think Robert Browning was a better poet than his wife, Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861). I also think Robert’s "Meeting At Night" is not only a better piece of work than "How Do I Love Thee?" from a romantic perspective, but had an erotic element that the other doesn’t even hint at.
But what do I know? Everyone has heard of Liz’s masterwork and no one knows Bob’s It is therefore incumbent on a knock-off artist like myself to rewrite the better known number—which I do in the verse that follows.

Oh, by the way. If Nasdaq and other U.S. equity markets keep falling in the way I chronicle in the following verse, the US dollar will inevitably tumble as well, foreign investors will pull their money out of US markets, the Fed will have to intervene to protect the dollar by raising rates sharply, corporate profits will plummet and business bankruptcies will soar, a deep financial and economic black hole will open, and political chaos, already in its early stages, will slouch its way to you know where. And you can say you heard it here first.

Where Went The Nasdaq?

Where went the Nasdaq? Let me chart its fall.
It fell ‘cause stocks were sold for flaky deals
With concept hype, but profit futures slight
By hucksters reaching for a graceless buck.
It fell when folks woke to the lesson trite
That PE not BS, stock prices ignite.
It fell as dot.coms bombed, and etail sagged;
It fell when lenders balked, and gurus gagged.
It fell as political passions rose
And shocked investors lost their naive faith.
It fell on scary wave on wave of loss
That sell points crossed. It sucked out fortune’s breath
And prompted margin calls—and if, God forbid,
It goes on, it will scare me half to death.

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