trading poetry

Discussion in 'Politics & Religion' started by Gordon Gekko, Nov 14, 2002.

  1. let me be clear. I NEVER WRITE POEMS. but i saw Tech Analysis post something in another thread and it gave me the idea. feel free to add your own shitty poems. :p

    dwindling account

    today i made some trades.
    as usual, they didn't go my way.
    it seems i always do the wrong thing right,
    but i will continue to fight.

    it's been a long road; what have i learned?
    i can't put it into words, but i still get burned.
    will i ever make money? i hope so.
    ah, the day, when my account finally grows.

    in the meantime, i will sit here frustrated.
    i can't really complain, at least i'm not castrated.
    it's still hard to not be upset,
    these losing days, i will not forget.

    if only i had done the opposite of my trades,
    because i'm sure, they'd make great fades.
    day by day, my account dwindles down;
    i laugh at myself, but then i frown.

    how on earth can anyone make money?
    i have no fucking clue, which is quite funny.
    so i end this poem with one more line,
    i'm pissed, but i'm sure i'll be fine.

    2002, Gordon Frost.
  2. {{sigh}} ..GG you poor SOB:(
  3. hhaha
  4. there was a person on named stockpoet. this person wrote some great trading poems. if he/she is still around--who knows.

  5. r u trying to say mine's not great?! :mad:
  6. E-mini futures in uptrending markets,
    long white candles on increasing volume,
    fast order fills, the sound of the 'ding'
    these are a few of my favorite things.

    MAC-D and RSI, so much to look at,
    candles and bar charts and even stochastic,
    Where to place stops to avoid my losing,
    these are a few of my favorite things.

    When the bell rings, and Grasso's bald head,
    shines so bright on TV,
    I hope my account is greater today,
    so I can return tomorrow, we'll see.
  7. Don't get me started.
  8. Market goes up Market goes down,
    Leaving my head spinnin around,
    Round and round she goes,
    Where's my money? nobody knows.

    Mrs. Market give me back my money biatch......

  9. There was a young man called GG,
    The market he'd divine with a ouija,
    But the market reversed,
    And he lost his shirt,
    And now he uses a squeegee!

  10. LOL !!
    #10     Nov 14, 2002