Poetry

The Broker

By 3rd January 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

The price goes up, the price goes down.
It is all the same to me;
I make money either way.
The market is a game I play;
Buying, selling when I can.
I am just the middle man
And when the owner gives permission
I do a trade and earn commission.
In the world of stocks and shares
Some are bulls and some are bears.
Make a profit, make a loss;
I really couldn’t give a toss.
Folk will ask me to suggest
Ways in which they can invest
In hedge funds or in unit trusts
Or pension schemes that can’t go bust.
As finance firms create their plans
To get your money in their hands
With packages that take the piss,
My derivative from this
Is that I’ll always be all right;
A broker and a parasite.

Andrew Diamond

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