Poetry

Sunday, 3 October 2021

Bit coin Millionaire

 Bit coin Millionaire

He was a bit coin billionaire

He drove round in a Ferrari

And showed off his great flair

Bitcoin millionaire

Bitcoin millionaire

Millions in the bank, thousand more to spare

Driving around in his Subaru impresso

Like he hasn't any cares

He was a bitcoin million


He'sgot Millions in the bonds

And thousands everywhere

He's got coins in white paper

That don't even mean a thing

He's a bit coin, he's a bit coin king


And everything he has is in a bubble that will burst

Come the good and bad, come the hunger or thirst

Whatever you have will soon turn to dust

And its vapour rise into thin air

He's a bit coin millionaire


But life is so fickle

And the markets go into thin air

Bit coins like white butterflies fly up


The gambler will tell you earnestly

That his scheme will never fail

But you know so truthfully the end of that tale

There are always the losing streaks, and as many times he wins

He will lose a packet and you'll be left holding the string


Now who can tie up all of these loose ends

Like a spaghetti junction you can get lost round the bends

And twists and turns of a gambler's world you cannot trust his word

For nothing is just quite so absurd as the lines you've heard


Sometimes he is on an up and next he's on a low

Depends upon which current he's riding on in the sky of snow

Where he tries to catch the snow flakes

Oh so delicate in his hands

But they melt just like the milk on cornflakes

He is a self-made snowman


Will the sun's strong heat melt away his plans

As coins go slipping through his fingers

Just like melt water through his hot hands

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