Rage Against the Machine
Around the floor in tatters lay
Discarded tickets strewn
The bell to mark the end of
day
Brought closure to the gloom.
At half past nine the mighty
bull
Charged in with a mighty roar
Unleashing a surge of buying
power
Heard on every Wall Street
trading floor
The news of a rising market
spread
Like wild fire on the tape
Phones like up like Christmas
trees
Get in now, don't hesitate
But at two pm the sleeping
bear
Was roused from a restless
sleep
Slower than expected retail
sales
Sparked a precipitous
downward creep
By three pm the damage was
done
And hope was quickly fading
As brokers hands were
securely tied
By automatic computer trading
Now all we could do was sit
and watch
An algorithmic trading system
Meticulously hit every spiraling
bid
Absent old fashioned broker
wisdom.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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