Well this is it, last trade today….
I’m all done in and shot away,
By the vicious whips that triggered my stops.
I feel beaten up by market chops.
How can it be so hard sometimes?
When other days the market climbs
With me on board and in the money,
I try to cry but it’s so funny.
So funny how I carry on,
Going short when she’s gone long.
Trading’s fun or so they say
I’ll try to fight another day.
Another day of ups and downs,
I’m feeling depressed, or so it sounds?
But in point of fact I’m happy still,
I know that cable bears me no ill.
Ill she offers not to me,
The devil is in me you see.
The only reason for my loss,
Is because I took that trade whilst cross.
Cross and angry at the world,
At all the pain at me was hurled.
Pain of loss and pain a fear,
Muddled up with last night’s beer.
Last night’s beer I should never have drank
It’s cost me dear and broke my bank.
To try and trade with a fuzzy head,
Is suicide, I’ll end up dead.
Not dead in body, just with my broker
He’s stopped my credit, it’s such a choker.
“Please let me take just one last trade?
You know I’ll win, you’ll be repaid.”
“Repaid with what” I hear him say
“You lost the lot – you’ve lost your way”
And on those words I say goodbye
Put down the phone and start to cry…..