Joe Murphy Poet Ballad

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.

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Casarah Nance April 30, 2014 at 4:42 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 ;) Joe Murphy April 30, 2014 at 4:59 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.