Sweat was dripping from his face, he was in shock and awe
Was this really happening, his eyes went numb from what they saw,
Elon Musk just announced the use of Doge on Mars - not Bitcoin
The price of ETH tanked along with that every bloody shitcoin
His PFPs that he had collected, were useless to other men
more volume at the chicken shop than at the Opensea den
Danny Degen was proper f@cked… once Again!
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It all began a few years back when Danny got into NFTs
pawning his ex-wife’s wedding ring for a few rupees,
He had heard from a friend, a fellow Degen as it were
that as the answer to all his problems, jpegs were the cure
alas, the problems Danny had were truly very many,
add FOMO on top of that and they would cost a pretty penny
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In fact, Danny bought a couple of jpegs, 10 in all that day
from some weird collection called Cryptopunks, matters not anyway
Danny turned a small profit and was instantly hooked
he sold all those punks at 0.1Ξ before they overcooked
To this day his mates still refer to him, as Danny Paper-Hands
He eventually bought back into punks but for ETH worth many grands
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One glance at Danny and he doesn’t look too bright
but when it came to investing, Danny was always right
Probably nothing, as Danny was fond of saying
turned out to be right, as he’d always end up praying
NFT rugs, promising free mints and roadmap to task
ultimately only pulling, the liquid from his metamask
Not Danny’s first rug either, to that honour Baller Ape club
to this day still, no jpeg cost him three months’ worth of grub
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After Baller Ape Club, Danny swore no more of the apes
he started accumulating NFTs of many different shapes
months of doing your own research, to Moonbirds what a gem
just to connect to a fake mint site, costing him all his ETH again
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A time of sorrow and depression now for Danny did set in
There was no longer any ETH for Danny to ape in
every morning he would wake and guess 12 random words
and type them into Metamask, alas it was for the birds
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Danny decided to take a break from the hustling world of NFTs
switching off his Twitter and discord to give his mind a breeze
so he stuffed his methoscope full of the finest cron
which he had purchased on 420, in case something went wrong
Suddenly Danny heard a voice - Let’s F@cking Go!
it was his mother shouting from upstairs, “dinners ready, bro”
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At that moment, Danny realised it was an epiphany
He knew what he had to do, and planned it carefully
It suddenly all made sense, it was his mission and the way
He yearned for a sense of belonging to hang with the boys all-day
The sun, the moon, the stars and all the adversity
prepared him for this moment and made him oh so nfty
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He would do all in his power, dragging every single one
of his 10,000 little Degen frens along for the fun
No more FOMO, fudding and aping in, those feelings now expired
Entry to the BORED DEGEN YACHT CLUB that’s what was required!