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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 © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 4/30/2014 4:42:00 PM
I don't know much about this subject, but it was an interesting read, something I would have never thought of, Good job, write on ;)
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Joe Murphy
Date: 4/30/2014 4:59:00 PM
High praise, thank you. I spent a lot of years on Wall Street and so am comfortable with the jargon, which is intentionally exclusionary obtuse. And right back at you, write on.