WR1 General Discussion, page-5710

A trader named Jason, a story so old,Combined luck and smarts, to make his first fold.He thought himself wise, with a formula for wealth,Checking his portfolio, his mind in stealth.

He spent every day, watching his balance grow,Thinking of ways, to make it tenfold.He'd take any chance, to show off his gains,To HotCopper and friends, his ego sustains.

He'd throw expert words, at stocks he knew not,Just to make a quick trade, was all he had sought.But the holders he annoyed, with his flippant remarks,Tried to silence him, with the truth of their hearts.

He saw it as bullying, they didn't want to hear,His genius thoughts, that brought no cheer.But a burnt trader, stuck up for his cause,And Jason felt validated, with a newfound pause.

He ignored all the bad calls, and focused on one,That in his mind, made him a true trading son.His garbage one liners, provoked the holders more,But he didn't care, his ego was sore.

And then one day, he closed out his trade,For a small profit, and disappeared in a shade.Leaving the holders, in peace once more,To enjoy their success, and ignore his roar.