A Thousand Digits

Did you hear that? Something clicked.

One of the numbers on the screen just flicked.

Did I say one? Just make that two.

Or come to think of it, quite a few.

Now why is this screen flickering like mad?

Some changes seem to make everyone glad.

For instance, see that red turning green,

Or four-and-twelve turning four-nineteen,

Some nums go thin, some nums go fat,

So just what on earth, the hell is that?

Well, if you’re watching, you’re looking at :

A thousand digits all packed in a grid

Here one moment and gone the next

Your assets swim in the Dead Sea of cash

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

Welcome to Dalal Street, my friend

Where brokers bounce from end to end

Where shines the Exchange in the morning light

Bearing the economy with all its might

Where lives in the air, that rich feeling

And my God, that bull looks intimidating.

Where lie great stores of virtual gold

Yet which, to most, is an ordinary road.

But investors watch, with gloom or glee

That big bright strip of LED

Which displays, so that all can see :

A thousand digits all packed in a grid

Here one moment and gone the next

Your assets swim in the Dead Sea of cash

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

But listen! Listen! Was that a crash?

Oh yes and now all your cash is trash

The difference is now being burned alive

While the Index makes a beautiful dive.

The nums on the screen, go steadily thin,

As the bulls charge out and the bears march in.

Don’t watch it, as you crumble from within

Just go home, lie down, take an aspirin.

No time to grieve or mourn over the loss

As tomorrow again there will be chaos

The market doesn’t care, and just because (It is)

A thousand digits all packed in a grid

Here one moment and gone the next

Your assets swim in the Dead Sea of cash

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

The sorrow will lift, the wounds will heal,

When ends this terrible, annual ordeal.

Soon the bulls will be back in their stride

And you can sit back and enjoy the ride.

You can join the bulls as they will try

To claim a brand new 52-Week High

After all, this is how you score new heights

For without darkness can there be lights?

You see, no end is marked by a crash

And you can be sure that the days will pass

And you’ll be happy, but it’ll still stay as :

A thousand digits all packed in a grid

Here one moment and gone the next

Your assets swim in the Dead Sea of cash

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

While grows and thrives, the Stock Market.

While grows and.......... No, wait.

That was another crash.

My God that is really ‘depressing’.