General Discussion

There once was a coin made of air,
That rocketed up without care.
Though few people shorted,
Its fall’s been applauded—
Now fewer can bid up a share.

Most folks never bet it would slide,
Though timing that drop would have paid.
But still they’re ahead,
Since prices have shed
The pressure fake riches supplied.

A trillion? Perhaps just one more—
Not quite the grand claims we’ve heard before.
But these days such sums
Roll right off the tongue
Like truths that get fuzzy at core.

Imagine a gang, oh so slick,
Printing hundreds that pass every trick.
They’d buy homes and seats,
All the scarce, flashy treats—
Till inflation grew stubbornly thick.

Then a sleuth with a curious eye
Spots the bills that are fishy and sly.
With the fakes pulled away,
Prices soften and sway—
And the public breathes out with a sigh.

That tale fits the crypto parade:
No value beneath the charade.
When the prices all swoon,
Less is spent on a room
With a view that was bid up in trade.

So cheer as the Bitcoin retreats,
And Ether slips down from its feats.
No factories stall,
No real goods fall—
We’ll just mint fewer digital treats.

From October’s tall peak it did fall,
By December much shorter and small.
With a trillion-plus gone,
Crypto bros can’t outgun
The rest of us bidding for all.

Will it bounce? Will it sink to its fate?
Zero waits, very patient, sedate.
But for now it’s quite clear:
With less crypto cash here,
There’s more left for the rest—and that’s great.