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An Ode To Trading
Both You and I, Her and Him,
Everyone is a trader of sorts,
Follow your passions on a whim,
Before your perception distorts.
Trade away your precious time,
For a wage that is less than true,
'Tis almost a certain crime,
Devised for loyal assets like you.
Trade away what makes you happy,
For what makes you feel secure,
If it makes you bitter and snappy,
There is but one real cure.
Trade away your morals if you dare,
For a bargain and for easy coin,
Best to proceed with extreme care,
Lest you get kicked in the groin.
Trade risk for profit my brother,
And try to prove your mettle,
This ode is for you and not another,
Right or wrong the market will always settle.