Big Tick BioTech: fingers are a disease of the hand

Ahh, Big ticket biotech!  The gambler’s hand – the old

Question:

What do you do with em? 

           those mind-like hands

           those schizophrenic fingers?

Fold em in? 

Or quicken em at play!?   

            These fucking stocks,

                     what are they?

Presience & science?  A roll

          (fist closed on the rosary) of golden dice?

Big ticket: deserving of the name? 

Or more importantly:

Deserving

           of a slice of your retirement?

Ok check out CELG, DNDN, and DNA, and tell me

Their volatility ain’t crazier than mackeral in May (late May).

Shit yes it’s like fishing:

There’s a big one down there somewhere:

Hands of God: the sperm whale’s fingerprints;

          giant squids and sunfish,

          maybe still some Megaldon in Argentinian/Australian deeps.

Cryptozoology

          & biotechnology

Rhyme –

          and in more ways than one;

For, many have spotted fins

Of some impossible leviathan.

But as for legendary monsters: kraken, Jörmundgandur,

Aspidochelone, even Tiamat herself: A great Sea Google?

         who can say

         oh who can say for sure?

 

Celgene, CP; Dendreon Corp; Genentech,

The sector’s leaders 

         a’leadin like punchdrunk archdukes in an army made of anarchists,

         “from bird-dogs to bar-hounds” as they say.

Look at Biogen Idec Inc, BIIB.  Or,

For a more biblical, conservative approach, Gilead Sciences,

GILD – there’s a name that at least looks kinda a little sane at least (ignore the splits). 

         though not sure if I’d say a hill of testimony or a mound of witness.

But for every Gilead, there’s

          brace yourself

If you’re not weak of heart look at the chart of CRA

From ‘99-’01:

         that was Craig Venter’s babe - mapping human DNA

But ambition got the best of them:betting

Upon the human genome foreclosed more than a few homes

(Oh if only they’d the aid of my brave trading poems!)

And caused more than four or five divorces

(Though good riddance to those would-be kids!).

Bids?

You’re feeling lucky?  Fine.  The bottom line:

A lottery ticket is a tax on stupidity

         and a biotech stock is like a tax on lottery’s modality.

Or, if you don’t get my meaning, try this:

         a biotech stock may tax your health,

         but then DNDN could discover something that will let you live forever

         and make you a millionaire simultaneously — and believe me

         you’ll need that money in eternity!

 

Ok, Investors, stay away,

No matter how much you think you know your stuff

          or know your stuff

Avoid these stocks.

They’re the realm of the day-trader’s mists and mazes.

But if you absolutely must,

In GILD we kinda trust? 

And for some reason DNDN. 

          call it a hunch.

AltEn

 

Go long solar or so long golden remote controller!

So long bragging to your girlfriend (or your boyfriend I suppose) about betting on the sun

Bet on water!  Bet on fire!  Bet on wind!  But when it comes to earth, I’m worried,

It’s a new age, anti-corporeal: no more coal or oil in your portfolio I mean

Short term sure, CLA will hit 150 in our day I’d wager, hey -but who needs Newton’s physics anymore!

I’m talking photons, currents, wings-sans-bodies, spirits

Straight from big (cop) god in outerspace!

Let your stocks inflate by insufflation, let your wallet and your appetite inflate!  Get high

On height itself, get higher, then, than gravity – I’m talking bout way more than getting by!

I’m talking LDK, FSLR.  I’m talking ENS, ENER.  CSIQ, OTTR!  Like so long Quatar!

The middle east, the middle earth, the greedy centosphere, so long! And say hello to the whole solar system! 

Bet on

UFOs!

Remember, energy’s the essence so sprint on your best feet to the quintessence: I speak the truth and come in peace: so: Bet on solar!

I’m here to help you – lend me your ears (not ears of corn, I’m bearish ethanol). 

I’m here to help you – lend me your ears.  The charts are evidence

I’m talking long term solar, so go long.  Forget your president,

 . . . and take me to your Broker! 

Or so long!

How you make it rich

the dumbest girl in the vaccine made a play on the stock

The stock was chopped to tiny shares she said we all should share

The stock was bottomless, no top, but faceless clocks and noiseless toys are rare

So she cared for the core on just a dare on not even a double dare – what kind of girl

Does things on the first dare?  Poor babe. 

The core was made of metal

But came out of the air:

Her friends said meteor, oh no she knew it was a bird , a lucky bird

“There’s no such thing as luck, just lucky

Money” so the bird like currency, it’s running wings liquidity – or did

Its wings sing through and in liquidity,

A’bringing birds to roost?

This bird, medium that flies worldwide a store of blood, disease,

Seeds, languages — all those and other things to boot: nobody knows what money is. 

She felt the bird’s heart with her mouth.  She felt its width and weight.

It stung her tongue but did not singe it — like  licking a 9-V battery, in kindergarten, kids -

Its ticker too a V included, V as in vaccine,

Vagina, wings on birds drawn near the sun, in kindgergarten, kids. 

This girl inside the vaccine was’t mute.  She was dumb as in stupid,

She was cute.  So cute a lover loved her then, just as she made the play,

Though perforce from afar as through windows on safari or

Way way across the dark dark dark dark bar:

In this world

There’s no getting far. 

Not away from love,  this kind a kind of love like early nights.  Was this bird an early owl? 

It’s silent flight, the stock pervading every maket: hope and dreams a’riding high?

Her love was in the money, in the beak and gullet:

Tiny maw gaped chriping wide for squirming worms? 

She had some worms, she pulled them out the sky?  But birds live in the sky! 

But need to eat from earth,

The earthiest of earth: the worms, the deep down dig, the life breath and intestines: yup, the guts,

Give the sky the guts of earth, give stocks the kiss of caring lips. 

Invest in harvest markets, sell dumb on uptick months, and crunch your metal heart in diamond fists.

That’s how you make it rich, kids, that’s how you make it rich.