Rotting blood in the streets,
Roaring bears with their meats;
Forces fear past the end of the meter.
Terra Pyramid's wrecked hull
Holds a cannibal cull
Summoning demons to 'laquemitl her. (1)
Liquidation is rampant at one degree Celsius
And the cold night has barely begun;
Swimming naked has lost all its sexiness–
While the thread on everyone's clothes starts to run.
These are the times which try men's principles
Slaughtering tourists cosplaying as tech bulls;
High on hopium at the rollercoaster's peak
Dead at the base where leverage isn't chic.
A mountain of debt pretending to be money,
And memes to the moon now the wrong kind of funny
Make mocking teachers about narrative auditing–
The school of hard knocks holds Free Market's signet ring. (2)
Today the king's prophet was yesterday's heretic
"Use cases harder built when not just theoretic,"
So now the caution's the counsel "don't catch falling knives;
The bottom's not in yet, of course not financial advice."
But I'm skeptical of mass skepticism,
Accuracy’s worth more than activism,
Mass unrest wasn't enough to fashion better financiers;
This unfolding drama teaches "the dream's not like how it appears."
"Bitcoin is dead" tomorrow's tourists now glower,
–Self-control is undervalued until your ego sinks lower–
You're only as strong as you can survive when you're weak;
The winter will come shatter your emperor clothes mystique.
(Ask winter's coolest king –would-be king maker– no longer freed.
Once the promenading savior, now the bigger bank man’s steed!)
If you don't want to cheat, you don't want to win;
Thus scapegoats are needed to bear everyone's sin.
And maxi cultists rejoice when the doges turn on their master;
While the public square hosts elections in the midst of the disaster.
Scalability in summer is sexy, it’s just the winter doesn’t care–
Between the cold and the cannibals, it’s best not to go out bare ;)
Security these days and black coffee is what brings the boys to the yard–
When the lawman comes to lynch you, you need to look good scarred.
Decentralization without common cause is just social layer chaos,
We can beat the lynching lawman, if Moloch (3) can't betray us.
Common enemies distract denominations from envying one another;
Perspicuously unskewing perspective to tell a Quisling (4) from a brother.
Improving users, utility, and social significance is always worth time and money,
And the sooner those reclaim their status, the sooner the days will be sunny.
(1) teocuitlaquemitl, the skin of flayed humans worn by Aztecs.
(2) rings used by kings and other officials bearing their official seal or stamp of authenticity/approval, a medieval predecessor to NFTs.
(3) Pagan deity associated with child sacrifice and coordination failure
(4) A traitor who serves as the puppet of the enemy
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