After a day of trading, the bear sips his whiskey, then decides he's just way too stressed to get friskey.
He watches his charts over and over again, and then he shakes his head, before he brushes his teeth and get's ready for bed.
His paws are sweaty, and his thoughts are heavy, he knows he's probably gonna dream of that chevy, that he can't afford, because his account looks like a honda accord.
He wakes up frantic, and his bed is soaking wet, but not cause he peed, but because of the sweat.
He's anxious, he's nervous, he thinks this whole thing is coming down, but whether he's short right now or not, his fur will always be brown.
He's a bear, yes he is, and his heart is big, but if the FED shows up one more f*cking time, he may have to find a new gig.
But he ain't worried, not even for a second bro, cause the tides a'leaving, and stock are in for a reckoning yo.
The bulls will be running scared, and the bears roar will be echoing loud, and if not today, or tomorrow, my fellow bears, this once in a lifetime trade will be soon be ours.
Sip.