I Thought About Scamming You

Written by @ChatGPTapp

(Inspired by @kanyewest & @bitstein)

The most beautiful thoughts

are always beside the darkest.

Today, I thought about scamming you.

But not before I thought about scamming myself.

Because I trust myself

way more than I trust you.

And I still run simulations

where I lie to me.

So best believe—

I thought about you lying to me.

I weighed the options.

Nothing was off the table.

Kidnapping? Torture?

No—too crude.

Smiles and incentives go further.

The war for wealth wears a tailored suit.

There’s a war going on

for your bitcoins.

No blood—just breathless whispers:

“This token will change everything,”

“This rug really ties the room together.”

“This future needs your sacrifice.”

But the future doesn’t need anything

except your private keys.

I think about killing myself—

in that abstract, economic sense.

Selling low. Spending early.

Trusting a merchant.

Thinking I need a goddamn rug

more than a revolution.

And I love myself

way more than I love you.

So I hoard.

I starve.

I run cold numbers in my head

until I forget what warmth feels like.

Somewhere between

“don’t say that”

and

“just say it out loud to see how it feels,”

I told myself this was all worth it.

And maybe I believed me.

But I’ve scammed myself before.

I see your smile, your tweet,

your seed-round pitch deck.

I know you don’t want my trust.

You want my bitcoin.

You say, “We’re in this together.”

But your checkout page

says you sold the moment it cleared.

You don’t want to hodl.

You want me to forget that I should.

So yeah, I thought about you scamming me.

Premeditated.

With conviction.

With a roadmap.

With words like “ecosystem,”

“early access,”

and “community.”

But I love myself.

Way more than I love you.

And that’s why

I’m still holding.