daytrading, as portrayed
by those who vend it, is
an ultimate old man
power fantasy de
luxe.
hoary executive
seduced by
youth & greed to
prove the brassiness of
his polished balls.
selfish & stupid he boldly
proceeds.
instantaneous, self-serving &
cheap results are what
he’s after.
why should he care
how he gets them?
who loses doesn’t matter
as long as it’s somebody
else’s loss.
biggness gets bigger
to make the rich richer.
damn the future
curse the past
sell the assets
he wants cash.
wealth is in cahoots
to clean up all the
loot & let the public
pay.
politicians colluding with
lobbyists colluding with
corporations colluding with
analysts colluding with
institutions colluding with
trading floors to bundle the
bucks into magnifying bags
with no unpleasant
surprises.
it’s all one happy trickle-
down daytrader’s
dream.
they claim it’s logical,
but it’s not logical;
they claim it’s will,
but it’s not will;
they claim it’s skill,
but skill isn’t the
answer––
it’s legitimized
gambling & you
just bet our farm.