"To send, or not to send with SSN, that is the question". Willy "Big Daddy" Shakes.
To send or not to send with SSN– that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against MM's
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep
No more – and by a sleep to say we slap the ask
The heartache and the thousand natural stocks
That gain many bags is heir to – ‘tis a profit
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream of a divi. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of being rewarded what money may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal thread to find the next 10 bagger,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so due diligence.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of another investors,
Th’ bashers wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized moon shots, the PR delay,
The insolence of office tricks, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy gains,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a real life changer? Who would profits bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary day of dilution,
But that the dread of something aftermarket doth show,
The undiscovered float from whose neglete to see
No investor returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of the next moon shot?
Thus shady CEO's doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of purple Mac lines
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of flippers greed,
And enterprises of great words and moment
With this regard their intentions turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair investor! Player, in thy game
Be all my poor plays remembered.
