It's happened before, it's happening again..
Fool's rush in to a rigged game.
Clever marketing, AI hype..
Come in suckers, she'll be right.
Growth markets build on gossip and cheer; led to the slaughter, without any fear..
But will it be different this time?
I see big money, bailing out; battening down before the storm..
The rich get richer, profiting off the poor. (or any fool that fell for the spell)
I see their smug faces: do they think they can escape?
Will it be different this time?
I guess we all can wait.
Or can we?
Time is of the essence: the market is a beast, and it's about to learn its lesson.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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My friend, this is sharp-eyed and restrained in the right way. Observation and memory doing their work. The questions you leave hanging are the most honest part, because nobody really knows when the snap comes, only that it always does. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Everyone wants to get rich quick and with as little labor as possible and so gamble we do on lottery, back street games , Vegas or as most legalized gambling in the stock market. A good write
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