A KBLB Christmas Tale...
'Twas the Night Before Profits: A KBLB Christmas Tale
'Twas the night before silk drops, and all through the board,
The trolls were still typing, their nonsense well-poured.
Their narratives crafted with bias and flair,
In hopes they'd sow doubt and keep bulls unaware.
But shareholders nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of spider silk danced in their heads.
And Kim in his office, with plans laid out clear,
Had just settled down for a breakthrough-filled year.
When out on the charts, there arose such a clatter,
The trolls screeched in panic, “What’s this sudden chatter?!”
Away to their keyboards, they flew like a flash,
Desperate to downplay the upward price splash.
The moon on the rise of the fresh PR glow,
Gave luster to progress the trolls couldn’t show.
When, what to their squinting eyes did appear?
But a silk-loaded factory, success drawing near!
With a confident leader, so steady and trim,
They knew in a moment—it must have been Kim!
More rapid than haters, his updates they came,
And he whistled and shouted, refusing their game:
"Now doubters! Now naysayers! Now shadows and noise!
Your tactics are tired, your arguments—toys!
To the top of the market! To investor delight!
Now dash away! Dash away! Crawl back to your night!"
The trolls sputtered nonsense, their faces turned red,
As visions of profits swirled clear in their heads.
They clung to old slogans, to doubts and old fears,
But KBLB silkworms spun silk without peers.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the floor,
The hum of production—silk skeins by the score!
As I lifted my gaze and turned back to see,
Mr. T stood triumphant—oh, what jubilee!
He was dressed all in silk, from his head to his toe,
And his aura of progress gave off a bright glow.
A bundle of patents was flung on his back,
And he smiled like a leader with plans right on track.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His focus—how clear!
No troll's empty rambling could dent his veneer.
With every new milestone, he silenced the noise,
While trolls clutched their keyboards like broken old toys.
"We've built something great," he said with a grin,
"Through doubt and through noise, we've prepared to win.
To those who believed through the chaos and grind,
A new age of textiles is yours to unwind."
He sprang to his desk, gave a nod to the team,
And away they all worked, fueled by one shared dream.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he turned out the light:
"Merry profits to all, and to trolls—GOODNIGHT!"
💥💥💥 BAM !!!💥💥💥
Bullish
DROP-IN AND GO KBLB! HOLDING THE GOLDEN!!!
AI
