Late at night while once asleep,
I dreamed a dream, of Crypto’s Peak.
Then morning came, the trades I’d made
Had multiplied thrice what I’d paid.
With muffled squeal I celebrated
I felt so good I masturbated
Then lay so calm upon my bed
With cigarette and Johnnie Walker Red
Then with the sweat, still on my back
I pillowed up, plugged in my mac
I checked my balance on BTER’s bourse
My shares had crashed like a dead horse
So “anti-up” I told myself
“Go Protoshares” came out my mouth
So nervously I purchased some
then made my bed and cleaned up the cum
I watched the trades go to and fro
Sometimes real high, sometimes real low
I contemplated selling out
But greed did need, so I held out
“Yippee, Hoorah Bitshares is here”
I said out loud, to awkward stares
“No don’t you see, look understand
This is the PTS promise land”
I thought I’d made it, true to my stance
I’d held my shares through the advance
Until BM and Stan and team
Set dynomite under my dream.
I felt betrayed, confabulated
[Deep breath] I mured, with patience waited
Inevitably, I must decry
“PTS is dead” [with heavy sigh]
BTSX - houseofpereira
Topic: BTS (Read 6011 times)
