люди даже стихи пишут:
And they will ask me why?
Why did I buy,
When it was at an all time high,
And I will look them in the eye and say:
I dreamt a dream in the night,
That I had given them a mighty fright,
For on this glorious date,
In this capitalist state,
I had held firm and forged a different fate.
And as I awoke the night brightened,
And where my hands once were,
Instead were diamonds.