There once was a stock trading company,
Whose services were of no use to me,
But as if unmoved
By my not being enthused,
They kept showing me their adverts constantly.
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I could’ve just gone and got adblock,
Were I watching youtube on my laptop,
But an Apple TV
Was the option for me,
So the adverts were fixed with a padlock.
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I would always skip after five seconds,
And I hoped after time that they’d reckon:
“This lad’s glazing over,”
“He’s just not a broker!”
“Why don’t we stop doing his head in?”
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I imagine by now you’ll intuit,
My annoyance is peaking a little bit,
So this plea’s to you
Trading 212,
WILL YOU PLEASE JUST FUCK OFF, ‘CAUSE I’M SICK OF IT.
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