Stockbroker slammed it,
made it big, his portfolio
crammed with all his bids.
Became a wonder-boy using
wits and bluster, snowing all
with his daring ploy.
He raked in the dough,
made his clients thrilled, other
brokerages vied for his attention.
He hopped from one firm
to the other, they put big
bucks up to own that man.
He soon decided, why share
my load, no need to
cut my profit wholes.
I’ll be my own man
keep all the funds, capital
riches will be all mine.
Day trading’s the way,
just wait you’ll see, I’ll
attract an endless run of pay.
But capital ran thin,
the market didn’t play fair.
None of this was in his plan.
Hedging bets turned against,
wheeling and dealing
no longer made cents.
Soon clients’ nest eggs
subsidized his needs,
money flow turned to begs.
Borrowing, thieving,
telling lies, the risks
he took stared him
right between the eyes.
Greed distorted,
deceit sold his soul,
he came to believe his own
fraudulent contortions.
When all was spent
and all was lost, he
was left with nothing,
in his sickening descent.
You’ve never been the same,
you’re out of the game.
The man I once knew,
lives in a shadow of pain.
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