The sky is falling, game over, we’re stuck in one long bear. Run and hide it’s doom and gloom, we’re losing more than hair.
Don’t ask how it happened, or what we could have done. What once began as fun for all soon turned to all for none.
Regulations are going to screw us all, both technology and art. Investments aren’t apes or punks, it's now jars filled with farts.
There’s a voice that lives inside us all, (for some there are a few). It guides us when to buy or sell and tells us what to do.
No matter whether pump or dump, we needn’t lose our wits. Let character determine following, not drama or bullshit.
ETH is up, the sun is out, our bags are nice and full. No fake ass tweets, enough...