Cryptonized Poet

I wish to break in this world of finance But I only came armed with
Just but prose
My tongue knows nothing of value
To sooth these crypto gods
I was told to look into Leo and her cubs
And see my tomorrow glittering
Like gay men
Leaving New York night clubs.

The bull brought meat but
There was no one home
This poet was on a quest to impress the people of
The land with her unpolished skills of romanticizing
Words and phrases
Yet so unsure of how the future looked
Waiting to die a pauper
Like so many of her kind.

Tell the new father
Aka the ultimate shiller
That I have been stalking his posts
On stealth mode wishing that I listened
To Taraz, the hive gatherer
I'd be out here liquidating shit
And reinvesting
Some more while
Toiling and farming these visual farms
And audaciously travelling with Travala.

I speak for those
Doing their own research and
Are a quest to attach crypto wings
Onto their wallets
Pioneering the adoption of the overall
Futuristic way of life
The us who will free our own people
From the misery of fiat and that of
Siphoning governments.

Now the poet wishes to prove
Her proof of brain
Hold an impressive of Leo
And get dirty farming some cubs
Some shitty coins should expand that bag
And she is sure somewhere in the future
Her dripping XTMs
Will be worth much more so
Some Wax would be good to hold everything
In place and now she is wondering
What her future would be like
Without crypto!

_{wambuku w.}

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