Mint it. Print it. Flush it.

I bought a token, smooth and white,

They said, “It’s clean! It’s outta sight!”

Each roll’s a coin, each square’s a chain,

Now I’m rich in shame and clogged with pain.

Toilet Paper Token — so fresh, so fly,

Until the market said, “Goodbye.”

Used to flex with NFT wipes,

Now I scroll through legal types.

TP Token! Minted fast!

My investment didn’t last…

Utility? It wiped me clean.

Even my grandma sold her beans.

I tried to swap it, no one would,

Now it's listed under "Firewood."

Flush! 🧻 Flush!

Scan the QR before you rush!

Flush! 🧻 Flush!

My life is now digital mush!

Toilet Paper Token, farewell, my dream —

You were soft, but never supreme.

I’ll HODL tight till septic glory,

And tell the world my stinkin’ story.