I think everyone knows what an amusement park is. And when you come to the device that interests you, you see a person next to it. He gives commands, presses buttons to start the carousel. In general, he ensures that everything goes as it should. So that no one is thrown onto the heads of other visitors to this event. So that everyone gets in and out. He is a simple person, with a fixed salary. He, just like you, has a home routine. He also wants a better future and works hard for his family.
And in this multitude of various adrenaline-dopamine machines, you approach those very ones, soaring into the sky, breathtaking at takeoffs and breath-stopping at falls. You approach the "Roller Coaster". The controller checks tickets, ensures everyone is seated, and wishes to enjoy the ride. And here comes the ascent, akin to a green candle. It is needed for the task of inertia, so our "cart" can rush at high speed. And then, a sharp descent—our red candle. On it, we catch the primal fear that steels us for the subsequent oscillations of our "carriage" on the iron waves of this attraction.
And you already think that you have grasped the metaphorical component of this story. Rollercoasters = crypto, sinusoidal rail = price chart, the cart equals a coin, and our controller is a veiled (as of today) Trump.
But you miscalculated, little pump lover! He is not a controller on this "attraction". He is the "director of the amusement park", which includes not only rollercoasters! He is the owner! But not the one who cares about random tourist visitors. Oh no. All he cares about is making his park great, rich, and influential. The most influential among all capitalist parks at any cost.
He sits in his office, possibly worn out by a white, powdery substance from another kingdom, or maybe not. And he decides what to do.
Some things can be made cheaper, while others, on the contrary.
You can pressure the controllers to increase the swing's speed. And even if it's not safe, those who get off faster will pay faster.
You can try to flirt with other kingdoms and promise assistance in exchange for a tempting piece.
You can demand tribute from the infidels and hope for their submission.
You can place a phallus the size of a "Starship" on the opinions and lives of other amusement park owners, as well as their visitors.
You can disregard the happiness of your visitors in the short term, because a dawn will come later.
And at first, there will be riots and discontent. Screams and hysterics. But! As practice shows, treaties will be made with other kingdoms. Explanatory conversations will be held with the controllers. The collective memory of the townspeople quickly forgets everything; a small reason is enough, in the form of a little more evil or a cookie. The park director will not be at a loss anyway, as he has already gathered everything he can. And for him, this is a game at the sunset of days, no more. And you are a tourist who has been taken for a ride, and it’s time for you to get off, tread home along the evening street, and rest a bit. Because crowds of those wishing to ride the rollercoasters are already coming in your place. And soon they will rush in to take their spot and "enjoy" the road of descents and ascents...
But you can't just go home and rest; something pulls you back. And something prevents you from going back. And you are in a stupor. But at that moment, the controller will throw you his tired, slightly sad look, and with understanding will say:
"Why haven't you left? Want more? Then take your place; the attraction won’t wait!"
P/S All events and names are fictional and have nothing to do with reality. Everyone can interpret the meaning of metaphors for themselves #CryptoAdoption #trump #CryptoPoem