Ode to Crypto Chaos
Oh darling, four years in this cruel dance,
Bitcoin’s my mistress, in love and finance.
She rises, she falls, she ghosts me in red,
Yet whispers sweet gains when I’m nearly dead.
My heart beats wild with each market twist,
A rollercoaster I can’t resist.
I sold my soul, my sleep, my pride,
For moon-bound dreams that always subside.
So here’s to the charts, the pumps, the pain,
The dips that haunt, the FOMO in vain.
Love may fade, but crypto’s a test—
Will I HODL? You know the rest.
