In the dim glow of neon screens, Where crypto trades are made unseen, My cowboy hat, it gleams, it gleens, Invoking thoughts, some rather obscene.

On stacker news, they know my name, Not just for Bitcoin, but the game, That cowboy look, it lights the flame, A sexy secret, no one can tame.

Cypherpunks whisper in hushed tones, While in the shadows, the market moans, By steak-lit dinners, secret loans, And heated glances, passion dethrones.

Laser eyes, piercing, intent, Lingering where desires are spent, Yearning for that wild ascent, To climactic highs, pure and unbent.

Lightning bolts, electric touch, This crypto world can be too much, But with every sizzle, every clutch, My cowboy hat's the final crutch.

So when you see me, heart rate spikes, For beneath this hat, are naughty likes, In the Bitcoin realm of lusty hikes, I ride the waves and all its likes.