my palms are sweaty. pounds weak, my bags are heavy. Memories of 2008, never forgetti. We nervous, but on the surface bitcoin looks hard and ready, to hold value, but we keep on forgetting what the nodes allow, the old crowd won’t endow, we open our mouths, but the truth they won’t avow, look at inflation now, everybody’s hoping now, fiat’s time is up, over, blaowl! Snap back to reality, oh there goes the currency, oh here comes the planet’s only hope, it ain’t bad and it won’t give up that easy, no, it won’t have it it knows this whole blockchain can’t choke, it don’t matter, it’s dope. We know that, but we’re broke while bitcoin is so stagnant