Finance 101

Machines do all the trading now, and, being even
Dumber than the idiots who programmed them,
They lurch in herds from boom to crash in hours.
Billions wash away, return, then wash away again.
A human with much sense sits still (though these
Sorts now are hard to find), reflecting ruefully
On what Professor Pangloss used to tell his
Classes back in business school: the markets
Need no regulation; everything is fine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-19 at 18:02

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