“You oughta tune in to NPR’s show!”
Said John, with a financial glow.
“It’ll teach you tricks to stack up cash,
So you can chill and live life brash.”
But Richard scoffed, “Oh, tell me why?
That liberal world is doomed to die!
And let’s be real, to start this quest,
You need some dough—do I look blessed?”
John shrugged, “It’s less about stocks and trades,
More about folks and financial charades.
Some make a fortune, some just strive,
Some learn how to keep dreams alive.”
“Eh,” said Richard, “sounds like fluff.
Kiyosaki had meatier stuff.
‘Rich Dad, Poor Dad’—that guy was ace,
Had interviews all over the place.”
“Well,” John grinned, “I’ll tell you true,
Everything I know, I learned from you!
Your dad once preached, ‘Index funds stay,
All else is noise—just walk away.’”
Richard smirked, “He’s got a point.
So why this show? What’s the joint?”
John sighed, “I guess I’m just intrigued,
By money woes and Wall Street leagues.”
“Alright, but tell me, did you hear?
Tuttle’s got an ETF, my dear!
Alien tech, a cosmic bet—
That’s investing with no regret!”
John shook his head, “It’s not the same,
An index fund’s the only game.”
Richard laughed, “Man, time has flown—
Since ‘92, when seeds were sown.”
“A million years, at least,” John grinned,
“The market’s changed, but cash still spins.”
Richard scrolled, then raised a brow,
“’Vote with your Wallet’—this show is foul!”
“People won’t ‘Buy American’ now,
How will they ‘vote’ with cash somehow?
You’ve inspired me, my friend, you see,
To make a ranting, snarky spree!”
“A reaction vid? That’s not your style!”
“Nah, maybe a blog—a rant worthwhile.
I'll claim their logo offends my sight,
Then tear apart their fiscal plight.”
“So, what’s their beef?” John asked, perplexed.
“No clue,” said Rich, “I’m still unimpressed.
One guest just mumbled, ‘I don’t trust power.’
Then Wall Street stats—they drone, they sour.”
“Etsy trends? Zzz… I’m snoring fast.
Forty percent change spending? That won’t last.
Tariffs? AI? More whining? Great.
This show is just a clickbait bait.”
But Richard grinned, “At least, my dude,
Now I get your money mood!
Though, after all, one thing is clear—
I wasted time. That’s cash, my dear!”
