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. 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.