And now for something different:

Weak Hands - a poem by Bit Brain

I've never seen hands quite as weak;
as those of traders who sell cheap.
They seem determined not to make;
a profit, they just want to take;
the chance to sell, no matter what.
If they just held, they'd make a lot;
of dollars. But their weak hands cause,
them to keep selling, no remorse.

The markets tumble, they cry "crash!"
And yet they cause it, 'cos they're rash.
No hodl, they don't have the gumption;
they operate, on pure assumption.
They sell on FUD, they buy the hype,
no matter if it's fact or tripe.
To trade like this, must surely be,
the best way to lose satoshi.

~ Yours in poetry ~
🌷 Bit Brain 🌷