**"An ODDe to GANX" (A Prayer from an idiot)**
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Don't you want Grandpa to remember who you are?
This ticker needs support like Grandma learning to drive her car
My wife's boyfriend's knocking 'cause my calls are looking thin
Like Macaulay Culkin's chances of an Oscar win
Eighty contracts deep at $1.38, down twenty percent
Lord, I'm praying to the biotech gods for divine intervention's scent
Phase 1b data coming Q4, or so they claim
While my portfolio bleeds red like I'm playing a losing game
The science is rocking—alpha-synuclein's the beast
Parkinson's tremors calmed, or my account deceased
GANX gonna moon, or I'm eating ramen for a year
Either Lambo or food stamps, theEndGame's crystal clear
So here's to fourteen months of runway, to CNS deals getting HOT
To partnership announcements, to hitting the jackpot
GANX, you beautiful bastard, don't make me a fool
May 2026—I'll either retire or sell my tool
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(Lotsa calls for 3 and 4 dollars for may)