By Market Poetry
“You’re better off private,”
Schwarzman tells all.
“But for me,” he mumbles-
“the IPO does call.”
A public Blackstone means the top.
Watch out folks, for the drop.
By Market Poetry
Right now you’re cool and hip
In due time you’ll take a dip
SSS will begin to slow
The Street will say you will not grow
The stock will enter a free fall
The crown removed from Queen of Mall
Then, in but a few months time
Activists see past the grime
It might be Carl, or Bill, or Dan
They’ll approach with a financial plan:
“Your troubles fixed, without sweat
Just take on a heap of debt
Buy back shares then you’ll be done
As soon as Hollister is spun”
To debt Abercrombie will say no
But Hollister will be let go
The parent co, left for dead
To private hands will be lead
But Hollister will escape the doom
Until saturation, it will bloom
And once its stores reach every mall
What happens next is an easy call
SSS will begin to slow
The Street will say it will not grow…
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