Silent sets the sun, On this golden autumn day. As the echo of footsteps on the trading floor, Slowly fade away. As the daylight dims, On the charts with which I play. Now I'm left to ponder, The bucks I made today.
There was a young trader called Gordon Who seemed to be suffering from boredom Since his trading sucked eggs he wrote poems instead But while writing missed profits which galled him !!! Indie
good one sadly, that ain't far from the truth! :eek: i have a few peanuts left in my account now. after that, i gotta sell my car if i need more money to trade. then that's all i have. i will probably have to get some type of job soon. i'm gonna be miserable... my life is about to undergo some major changes..
Trader trader in the pit, why are the fills I get so shit? When I bought S&P were you taking a pee? When I sold Nasdaq were you taking a crap? Its always the same cause my broker is lame and my profits are buying him dinner!
Gordon, you're pissed but obviously you're not pissed enough, if you still have your sense of humor and can write a poem about it. The day you'll be really pissed and really needing money you'll immediately learn to pick the right trades. I am sure there must be in one whole day 1 trade you feel more confident about than the others. And I am sure you don't just make the trade you're the most confident about, but all the other ones as well. Right? Can't you see? You don't want to win. You don't want to make money. You just want to play the game. I know you've already lost a lot of money, but it's still not enough to make you really crave money. When you will be really worried, you'll learn very quickly to stay flat and just watch the markets for many hours, before making a trade.
Damn, you all are talented... The best I could come up with on the spot was... Often I scalp for some cents, Occasionally Iâll trade the range, Sometimes I swing for the fences, Itâs all fine and dandy, If I manage to pocket some change. ...which is why I trade and don't write poetry for a living.
There once was a chairman named Pitt His job, regulate the markets But conflicts arose His response, "I don't know"s That Harvey doth be full of shit.