Stolen Money

Come away, human investor

to the market

Come away, human investor

to the market and the wild

With a broker, hand in hand

for the markets more full of weeping than you can understand

Where pulses the Wall St

There lies a concrete island

where Corzines lay in wait

The drowsy market rats;

there we've hid our broker vats

Full of ETF's

and of blackest algorithmic code

Come away, human investor

to the market

Come away, human investor

to the market and the wild

With a broker, hand in hand

for the markets more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the elliot waves of money sloshes

snorts the grams of cocaine and amphetamines

Far off by furthest subway

we plan it all the night

Weaving olden P/E with new valuation

Greasy tills and broken lives

Till the money has taken flight;

to and fro we jive

and chase the frothy bubbles

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep

Come away, human investor

to the market

Come away, human investor

to the market and the binary

With a broker, hand in hand

for the markets more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the wandering market gushes

from the penthouses above New York

In dark pools among the banks

We seek for slumbering sheep

and whispering in their ears

We give them unquiet dreams;

leaning softly out

From websites that drop their tears

Away with us he's going

the zombie-eyed:

He'll hear no more the lowing

of the muppets over the din of CNBC

For he comes, the human investor

to the market

He comes, the human investor

to the market and the binary

With a broker, hand in hand

from a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Human investor

With a broker, hand in hand

from a world more full of weeping than he can understand



-W.B. Cypher