SteemitPoetryContest #11 F.U.D

F.U.D

First FUD,
bloodbath of fear.
The whole thing dries up
and if you flick it it will fleck into fish food flakes and faintly crumble, to dust.
The dust of whack-off-Rolex-fantasies and life savings hedged on TRX,
fingers stinging from fake news.
Don’t put in more than you can afford to lose.

The hubbub of a bubble bursting,
Ethquake, Bitquake, bitten back in a sea of red.
Ultra-fucked frantic zig-zagging down drippy candles,
lower lows to lower lows, lower low now and then low low lower low,
buzzcut Blockfolio.

Autopsy says it’s Chinese and Korean Bros
taking major gains,
after growing pains,
with Wall Street to hoover up.