To my financial advisor

I haven't been in touch for a while. Nothing both of us didn't know already. I guess I out lived your future investment advice, or else I wouldn't be here. Past being tense. Naturally. Started reading the news. Between the lines. I know this doesn't end well. There's not going to be a ticker-tape parade. You probably even suspect that the bull you've been feeding, has been feeding you too; has a case of bovine spongiform encephalopathy. BSE. If you're lucky, and you'll probably be beyond knowing it at the time, you'll be fortunate to reincarnate as hamburgers and be eaten by bears. Such is the way of the "free market" and the taste of being sandwiched between karma's baps.