dear Shareholders!

Our strategy is pure genius
Our strategy is #243-59-8
It is a ransom of wool for next to nothing
Our strategy is a white wolf in a loose clothing
It drools like the dickens
Our strategy is the magnetic north
Our strategy is the musk funk in bear rugs
It is a woman with one blue eye, one hazel
Our strategy says “Shampoo, rinse, repeat”
Our strategy leans back like a man with his legs open
It rivals the invention of canisters
It is that bitch you met at Christmas
Our strategy insinuates flesh you can’t stay away from
Our strategy reaches an impossible velocity
And speeds upwards