He was thrilled to shill his best bet token
AM green candles he had awoken
So I FOMO’d in chasing candles green
Surely to see more money than I’d seen
But alas, the baned black swan, it appeared
Way worse than any flash crash I had feared
Fearing my FOMO turned flat into FUD
Fainting to facedown in red-tainted mud
He made his move, got out, and I got burned
That frenzied fickle market, it had turned
Quick to find, then lose, that forward motion
Quick to quit, then wrestle with emotion
Craving fast quick cash that we can’t refuse
Never buy more than you’re willing to lose
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