It is your unceasing soul
Your desire to punctuate my
Cream colored white
With apostro-iphic delight
Left justifying my
Unruly letter – one inch margin
And standard Calibri
My 10 point font
Words, you keep saying
Is making love to a typewriter
Punctual, emphasized
Wet ribbon and mechanical
Connected
Spinning circles
Errors
Pages
Pens
Anxiety
Racing through pages
For times and places
Dates and messages
Is history all told
Uncovered and browsed
Traced and recorded
Deciphered and captured
Printed into books
Pages build pages
Names: stepping stones
Discovering, unsettling
Informing and growing
This is the past
Historical highway
Information abundant
Future’s untold
Stock market fury is hardly comparable
Its ups and its downs
Make up the excitement
However, the flat, dull tones of
Flat lining charts
Leave a bitter taste
Stinking up my mouth
Forcing me to move on
As a tidbit of wisdom
Ignore the futile attempts
By promoters to announce
Unprecedented results
Of which nobody cares
Except big-wig sales men
Hoping to scrap together
Something of their career
Some little morsel of hope
Keeps them hanging on to
5 percent profits
For ever and ever
Until the end of time and beyond
But, the trader, the trader
He’s fueled with desire
He’s running with fire
Riding the backs
Of the ups and the downs
Each with their own
Grand scheme of sure victory
One may be right
The other one wrong
But balls to the walls
All look the same to me
Look for the singers
Mind the gap of the droppers
Buy into the trend
Sell into the trend
You’ll never manage
In spite all your predictions
To sell at the top
To buy at the bottom
Be happy with a gain
Just not 5 percent
Forget about your losses
With one swift action to sell
Ride your winners
With sharp pointy spurs
I’ve worked feverishly
For the past 10 years
And what have I accomplished?
Peace of mind has rolled in
With the same relentless speed
The ticks and the tocks come at
Perhaps I should invest
In a good watchmaker
A feverish sweat
Locked in anticipation
Will it be fixed?
Or will it be jinxed
Dusting the caps
Removing all traces
Leaving no remnants
Of the ghost gone past
And here I boot madly
With high hopes of ability
Delay for the gods
To bless serenity
Thank you kind sir
You’ve provided some light
To the otherwise gloom
Of this cavernous place
I respect how you’ve helped
With my bad situation gone worse
I appreciate how you’ve brought me
From despair to a glimmer of hope
So drink to the good times
My dear chap, my good friend
I appreciate your good words
Your leniency and understanding
for (me = startOfDay:endOfDay)
slam keys ;
slam keyboard ;
slam head on desk ;
pace in circles madly ;
starve self ;
if (small little amount of success appears)
boil water for tea ;
have some chocolate covered almonds ;
eat some delicious banana bread ;
end
implant ass in well worn chair ;
look at emails but ignore them ;
struggle and scratch head ;
stretch arms ;
if (point of frustration is beyond control)
take small break to do some yoga ;
end
end
cout << “haha, you’ll never get here” ;
I see lines and lines
That spin real fast
They close they open
They slam on the brakes
The time it took
For this built code
Is far too long
And moving far too slow
Perhaps I’m inadequate
Perhaps my skill’s low
Perhaps it’s just hard
Complicated computations
I’ve tried very hard
I’ve not slept much at all
I’ve not seen the outdoors
It seems it’s years
So please, dear computer
Make my night tonight
Make me happy inside
With a compile to smile about