Season’s Greetings Beasley

(To the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashing thru the crap
With the B-O-D, we lack.
Did they get the sack?
Or stabbed right in the back?
Silence rings so loud,
Financials in a cloud,
Our eyes are in a shroud,
With the PPS snowplowed.

Oh, what the hell, what the hell,
Everything just sucks.
Ain’t no fun for us to ride
When we get no bucks.
Oh, what the hell, what the hell,
Share price on the dive.
Selling shares for a loss,
Looking to survive.

Days and months go by,
Oh, the time does fly,
Waiting for our guy,
And news to magnify.
Nowhere to be found,
Anything that’s sound,
A PPS that’s ground
Or a wishful turnaround.

Oh, what the hell, what the hell,
Everything just sucks.
Ain’t no fun for us to ride
When we get no bucks.
Oh, what the hell, what the hell,
Share price on the dive.
Selling shares for a loss,
Looking to survive.