let me be clear. I NEVER WRITE POEMS. but i saw Tech Analysis post something in another thread and it gave me the idea. feel free to add your own shitty poems. 
dwindling account
today i made some trades.
as usual, they didn't go my way.
it seems i always do the wrong thing right,
but i will continue to fight.
it's been a long road; what have i learned?
i can't put it into words, but i still get burned.
will i ever make money? i hope so.
ah, the day, when my account finally grows.
in the meantime, i will sit here frustrated.
i can't really complain, at least i'm not castrated.
it's still hard to not be upset,
these losing days, i will not forget.
if only i had done the opposite of my trades,
because i'm sure, they'd make great fades.
day by day, my account dwindles down;
i laugh at myself, but then i frown.
how on earth can anyone make money?
i have no fucking clue, which is quite funny.
so i end this poem with one more line,
i'm pissed, but i'm sure i'll be fine.
2002, Gordon Frost.
dwindling account
today i made some trades.
as usual, they didn't go my way.
it seems i always do the wrong thing right,
but i will continue to fight.
it's been a long road; what have i learned?
i can't put it into words, but i still get burned.
will i ever make money? i hope so.
ah, the day, when my account finally grows.
in the meantime, i will sit here frustrated.
i can't really complain, at least i'm not castrated.
it's still hard to not be upset,
these losing days, i will not forget.
if only i had done the opposite of my trades,
because i'm sure, they'd make great fades.
day by day, my account dwindles down;
i laugh at myself, but then i frown.
how on earth can anyone make money?
i have no fucking clue, which is quite funny.
so i end this poem with one more line,
i'm pissed, but i'm sure i'll be fine.
2002, Gordon Frost.
