Ode to the Stock Price

A Sonnet by morokei

My wrong Stock Price, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you Hurt, Loss and loss,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the light duck sauce.

Let me compare you to a contender?

You are more lifelong, difficult and hope.

Right frost nips the robins of December,

And wintertime has the awkward bath soap.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I hate your stubborn Chaos and plunging.

Thinking of your Difficult fills my days.

My hate for you is the idle fringing.

Now I must away with an easy heart,

Remember my white words whilst we're apart. 

Market is volatile

I lost lots.

No way to undo, only to submerge

just keep countering until you hit the sack jack !