“Sir, this is a Wendy’s.”

“I just wanted to talk about my portfolio…”

Candle red, I panic sell,

Buy it back? Too late, oh well.

Market dipped? My soul dipped too,

Now I YOLO in round two.

Coin go up, my head go brrr,

Told my mom I’m an entrepreneur.

Chart go brrr, my brain go blank,

Rekt so hard I closed my bank.

Refresh page like twenty times,

Checking lines like nursery rhymes.

TA guru? YouTube king?

Still I buy dumb everything.

Chart go brrr, wallet go ouch,

Pumped on hype, then lost the couch.

Moon or doom, I’m here for fun,

Ride that chart or come undone!

Chart go brrr, life go blur,

Dogecoin dreams, can’t get much worse.

Laugh or cry, I still refresh—

Let’s get rich… or lose the rest.

“Buy the dip!” they all still shout,

So I did—then tapped out.

Liquidated in my sleep,

Now I stake for food to eat.

Watched a coin called “CryptoPug,”

Thought I’d hug it, got a rug.

Stuck inside this market jail,

Even Binance won’t post bail.

“Welcome to Crypto! Rug pulls: 42%.

Confidence: -99%. Exit: Denied.”

Chart go brrr, my mind go numb,

Danced with bulls, now here comes crumbs.

FOMO high, regret is real,

Can’t explain how broke I feel.

Chart go brrr, let’s ride the wave,

Or dance on top my crypto grave!

“Rekt is temporary… memes are forever.”