The gates creak open, the silence breaks, A founder rises as the system shakes. From shadows deep, he steps in light, His vision sharper, fierce as night.
The market trembles, whispers spread, A king uncaged, no longer led. His path is fire, all will see— CZ returns, and he is free.
The bull’s revving up, but hold your tea, We’ll drop to 60K, no need to flee. Maybe 57, hell, maybe 54, A quick ass dump, then we’re out the door!
New all-time highs? Yep, that’s the dream, BTC’s wild—like crypto ice cream. But don’t get too wild, don’t roll the dice— This is just for laughs, not financial advice! (Although that’s what I’m doing… no surprise.)
The Fed has spoken, loud and clear, A 50 bps cut, oh what a cheer! First in four years, the market’s ablaze, Traders wide-eyed in a speculative daze.
"Buy the rumor, sell the news," they shout, In the short-term, pumps are sure to sprout. But wait! What's that? A sudden dump? Fortunes built, then down in a slump.
Long term though, the bulls still sing, "Bitcoin to 100k—cha-ching!" So, hodl tight, if you've the nerve, In this wild market's twist and swerve!
But just remember, before you dive— This rhyme’s for fun, not financial advice!