Of Fast X's tale, I sing with glee,
A gallant start, bold victory;
In market's race, hath won first place,
Of a franchise's tenth embrace.
O'er fearsome moves that make hearts quake,
Our guts warn us risks not to take;
But lo, a path tru' daring lies,
Not heeding doubts that doth arise.
As trying flood, of claims doth flow,
T'ward small trades tax, from time ago;
For swift response, the IRS,
'Twixt truth and fraud, must balance stress.
