THE WALL STREET STORY
In the town of Buyn'sale there's a home for losers where broken brokers stay up late to ruminate, cogitate and meditate over deals gone astray that haunt them to their dying day. They await their fate while men still play the Wall Street game of buy and sell and try to earn through manipulation compensation controlled by the disgraced whims of the marketplace.
In their last will and testament investors send their soul to where they know good souls should go It's good-bye Wall Street where reality meets finality and all expectations and anticipations, successful occupations, years of building successful careers can fade instantaneously in the the smoke-filled air of bet and borrow against the sorrow of a tomorrow that can go sour in an hour that took a lifetime to build is killed in the minuets you hesitated and stayed in it.
There goes the long vacation to the south of France for the guy who lost his pants in a moment of unadulterated needless greed when he followed a liar into the fire of uncontrolled desire. There goes a dynasty into unforeseen bankruptcy because its leaders failed to foresee, to their surprise, the
competition on the rise.
This is how fortunes are won and lost. You toss a coin, it ends up heads you do, tails you don't, sometimes no matter how you choose you lose. Who can you accuse? Who can you blame? Pick a name. The name is you. What can you do? Give up like other men. Or bide your time and try again.
Final word: it's back to the drawing board!
In their last will and testament investors send their soul to where they know good souls should go It's good-bye Wall Street where reality meets finality and all expectations and anticipations, successful occupations, years of building successful careers can fade instantaneously in the the smoke-filled air of bet and borrow against the sorrow of a tomorrow that can go sour in an hour that took a lifetime to build is killed in the minuets you hesitated and stayed in it.
There goes the long vacation to the south of France for the guy who lost his pants in a moment of unadulterated needless greed when he followed a liar into the fire of uncontrolled desire. There goes a dynasty into unforeseen bankruptcy because its leaders failed to foresee, to their surprise, the
competition on the rise.
This is how fortunes are won and lost. You toss a coin, it ends up heads you do, tails you don't, sometimes no matter how you choose you lose. Who can you accuse? Who can you blame? Pick a name. The name is you. What can you do? Give up like other men. Or bide your time and try again.
Final word: it's back to the drawing board!
posted by Ed Weiland at 9:42 AM
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