The Death of the Wall Street Trader
by Todd Outcalt
Initially his life defined
By milk and Oreos
Grew increasingly refined
By girls and stereos.
He grew an inch, he ran a mile,
Perpetual in motion,
And with each competing smile
Was offered a promotion.
His house was rave, his pool immense,
His family perfection,
His stocks and bonds grew by percents
And offered him protection.
But when the market crashed and burned
He spurned the lessons he had learned
And mocked the warning sign.
Some say his loss was his demise
But others so allege
His fortune merely magnified
The distance from his ledge.
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