Twas The Night Before Bitcoin Futures
Twas the night before Bitcoin Futures, when all through the bourse
Every laptop was stirring, even old ones, run with a mouse;
The piping and collateral agreements were checked with care,
In hopes that Bitcoin Futures soon would be there;
The traders were ready, no thought of seeing their beds,
While visions of ICOâs danced in their heads;
Millennials in hoodies, and I in my cap,
Wondering how they will spoof VWAP.
When out on twitter there arose such a clatter,
I ran to my desk to see what was the matter.
The screens had come alive in a big bright flash,
Was there a way for this to end, without a big crash?
Traders in New York were hampered by snow,
It didnât matter as algos knew they were too slow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an e-mini contract, with no margin to fear,
With a little old desktop, but still lively and quick,
I knew in a moment to buy or sell, I must click.
More rapid than eagles, the algoâs trades they came,
And they spivved and they spoofed, knowing humans were lame;
c/- @forbes, Peter Tchir