Oooh! Ride the roller coaster of intoxication

throw your dollars on beckoning roulette wheel

buy some junk bonds, throw them in your closet

keep your heart in your mouth for the plunge

and the stock market passions arising ever higher.

You’re on a magic carpet of exhilarating roll,

peaking before fall of no return spades your wallet

seedy men in spiffed up jackets shoveling money

into their coffers before resounding closing bell.

Buy low, sell high they chant in overpowering chorus

I watch in horror as my no-load fund tumbles

Secondary bond portfolio is worthless, crumbles

ever downward into bottomless abyss as I hang on

worthless certificates which are just scraps of paper.

The promised land eludes me once again as I dissolve

puddle on littered floor of instant wealth fantasies.

Trading futures,

Trading lives, 

Trading hopes 

On the backs of a hopeless nation. 

Money making money.

Men making men. 

The hopeful breeding a new world

Of the hopeless. 

Gamble and risk. 

High stakes and more. 

And entire world 

Removed from the reality of compassion. 

A global world

United in greed 

Fast money, 

And even faster bets. 

The world turns on. 

The lamentations grow. 

Another generation is lost 

In the endless turmoil. 

Drowned in a sea of green and gold. 

This is like a secret club.

Learn our language and be successful.

Otherwise, you're grasping at fool's gold.

Put your bank account on a roller coaster.

Supply and demand.

Up and down.

Gain and loss.

Fortune and poverty.

Now you're hungry.

You make money and eat.

Now you're hungry for more.

You take your new money and buy an SUV.

Shares come and go like waves anyway.

The business of businesses.

Closing at $81.77.

Close the portfolio.

Wooden stalls line the street, bright and early each morning. The lovely white birds roost inside, taking stock of inventory. They each begin with a few dozen chubby-cheeked infants per day, and all of them are sold out by nightfall. Children are in high demand these days.

Couples come from miles around to survey the wide selection. Some come alone, and returning customers occasionally bring other little ones, products of this very market. 

"See where you come from," they tell their little ones. "This stall here" or "that stall there." Misbehaving children are often threatened with returns. The parents, of course, threw away the receipts long ago.

After hours and days of searching and comparing prices, a deal is struck. A tiny, sweet infant goes from wing to loving arms, bubble-wrapped if requested. Sometimes parents have it delivered straight home, soaring over houses and trees and fresh-mowed lawns in the firm but kind grip of the stork.

One day, it will be grown-up enough to wonder where it came from. Its parents will look to one another and smile, then tell them the wonderful tale of the-

Hold on, you said stock market?

My bad.

There is beauty in simplicity. In honesty. In purity.

In that way, what is more beautiful than the stock market?

What is simpler than the longing for success, for money?

What is more honest than dropping any pretense of selflessness (the biggest and most common lie people tell themselves) and focusing your efforts on generating wealth, knowing full well that there are many who will judge you for your occupation, for your honesty?

What is purer than dealing solely with money itself, rather than working a job unrelated to finances that you only do for the money?

With all this in mind, what is more beautiful than letting go of the pressure to appear humble and allowing yourself to fully embrace and be motivated by your desire for wealth?

Playing on fear

While ignoring the greed-

Disbanding the short bears

As I buy down with speed.

A self-proclaimed bull

At times overly optimistic-

But the glass stays half full

As I stay delightfully hedonistic.

When I sell too early I have to remember

You can never go broke taking a profit-

The next day I won’t even remember

The previous day’s specific profits or losses.

Bored of charts and lulling hours,

Dead months in August and the end of December-

Longing for more volatile powers

For the entertainment of my ADD in capricious splendor.

Clicking bids and taking offers,

Ups and downs it’s all part of the game-

Always needing to maintain the velocity to prosper

Day trading ignites a breathtaking flame.

#CecilyChoi #StockMarket #DayTrading #Poem

the promise of wealth

with little risk draws me in

and i step into fortune's hand

just when i decide to enter

appears before me

the horse race of

crazed lunatics

and money fazed brains

who rapidly foam

at the mouth

screaming

more more more

clawing and biting

twitching eyes and paper

thin pale wrinkled hands

swell against my throat

as the competition

knocks me back off my feet

and i fall towards

destitution and ruin

at the mercy of the

wild dogs

Massive fiduciary institution

Discordant noise pollution

Fervent impassioned elocution

Leveraged selling substitution

Margin buying execution

Hedge fund redistribution

Derivative joint resolution

Insider trading convolution

Domestic currency diminution

Pursuing economic absolution

Unequal monetary distribution

Investors absent restitution

Securities fraud prosecution

Distressed business dissolution

Plenitude cultivates destitution

AND

Securities, bonds, funds, and stocks,

Market venture building blocks.

Trading shares,

Splitting hairs,

Buy, sell, or hold advice from hawks.

*(Nickname for the New York Stock Exchange; the world's largest and the U.S.'s oldest.) 

Why mess with the inevitability of the demise of human decency for the pure pleasure of greed? Why play in the devil's den or bask under the glow of a toxic sun?

Walk away.....

Or just hire a broker. Surely you can afford the peace of mind, and preserve the sanctity of your soul.

After all, the flow of water can seldom be stopped but we don't have to drown ourselves in it. We can learn to swim. Or seek out a boat...or even just float. That's what all the good brokers do!