So, I really like the stock market.
I buy low and sell a little higher...
at least that's the concept.
but then I feel greed-
I buy again because I feel some
momentum and anticipate a higher profit.
Quick and dirty
Easy money; a couple computer clicks
A quick pulse..a shot of thrill.
And then it drops
Ok, they aren't going to get me.
I got this.
Buy more, dilute the loss, quickly, quickly,
Fret. Fret. Buy again. Dilute. Dilute!
I'm over my head.
Cut my losses.
I can't take the stress.
Why am I so greedy.
I never learn.
Keep my tidbit.
Be happy with what I have.
I sell to cut my losses and my nerves calm.
Then I wait for the next opportunity to cause myself stress!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem