Poetry for Traders...

Yesterday I couldn’t win
Every trade went in the bin
Why did that have to be?
Mainly due to psychology.

How do I recover from it?
How do I end this sonnet?
Halve my size – that’s my plan
Today I’m not an also ran.
 
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
Thank God I took the hint.
Cos the market will last longer,
Than my hard earned pile of wonga.
 
For some reason, not sure why
I though KJ was Australian
Perhaps, could it be?
That he's an illegal alien
 
Sometimes I trade so well
Feel like I'm truly able
But then I really get annoyed
Leaving profit on the table

So even though I take some profit
But don't take all the money
It's now happened so many times
I actually find it funny
 
I have tried many things
to create the wealth of kings

I tried a random guess
getting nowhere I must confess

but I did it more or less
Until I got in quite a mess

My record I wanted to amend
So I next tried trading trend
but either got in at the bend
or worse, right at the end

I got clever trading the news
but mistook the markets views

But I liked the fundamentals
and I tried scaling in incrementals

i once tried slow stochastics
to foretell the price gymnastics

I read about Michael Marcus
Ed Seykokta and Mark D. Cook
I read about those legends
But their advice I never took

Till one day I faced it
And came right back to basic

I progressed as slow as a turtle
Because, after all, I've gone full circle.
 
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It's boring but makes money
Profit again and again
So just to add excitement
I lower the time-frame

Price jumps all around
Never would have thought it
Lowering my time-frame
Faster, quicker profit

That's the theory anyway
But now not quite so confident
Check the P&L
It's taken quite a dent

Been a little while now
Account looking not so hot
All I wanted was excitement
And that's exactly what I got

Back to my original charts
The ones inducing snoring
Once again it's been confirmed
Good trading is always boring
 
Here's my little ode
To previous accounts spent
You weren't around long
Where did you went?
 
It's only half past nine
and already I've had a w*nk
but crikey its so tedious
waiting for Crude to tank
 
There's this thing called price,
That's sometimes very nice.
It will move in your favour
As a gift for good behaviour.

But if you make mistakes,
It will punish with it's fakes.
The moral of this tale,
Is, work hard or you will fail.
 
It's only half past nine
and already I've had a w*nk
but crikey its so tedious
waiting for Crude to tank


I think it's quite a good idea
When the market's dead
To help the waiting game along
By writing poetry instead
 
I think it's quite a good idea
When the market's dead
To help the waiting game along
By writing poetry instead

I agree; you're very right.
Otherwise you might, just might.
Try and find a trade to take
Just for your dead boredom's sake.
 
Am I long or am I short?
I've no idea - nows there's a thought.
How did I get in this mess?
Focus more, write poems less!
 
By day a successful trader
Caviar and Wine
By night the truth comes out
A troll on Trade2Whine
 
Mary had a little stock and kept it in a bucket.

Every time the stock escaped her broker tried to f*ck it.......:cheesy:
 
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