They roll in before the opening bell,
With cold brews, cold wallets, and stories to sell.
Laser eyes glowing from the screens in the room,
Saying, "freedom is coming" right after the boom.
They bought at ten thousand, they brag every day,
Then dump on the crowd when the price runs away.
While the night-shift driver keeps stacking his sats,
They're buying up condos and digital cats.
Oh, the whales on Wall Street are swimming in green,
Preaching decentralization from a limousine.
They say, "trust no banker," then they borrow from three,
Put the risk on the public and take profits for free.
Yeah, they toast to the future when the candlesticks rise,
With a bull on their cufflinks and charts in their eyes.
The blockchain remembers, though the headlines retreat
All the rich Bitcoin cowboys down on Wall Street.
There's a podcaster prophet in a ten-grand chair,
Saying fiat is dying, so you'd better prepare.
He's got exchanges as sponsors, a course you can buy,
And a nice stash of dollars for when markets run dry.
He calls himself sovereign, untamed and elite,
But he panics when regulators schedule a meet.
Then he tweets, "Keep on hodling, don't live in fear,"
While quietly selling as panic draws near.
Oh, the whales on Wall Street know the language of need,
Turning dreams of freedom into leverage and greed.
They'll shout "BITCOIN ONLY" 'til the market turns red,
Then the workers hold bags while the whales move ahead.
Still the blocks keep on building, every transfer complete,
No applause, no forgiveness, no erased balance sheet.
And the price keeps on dancing to a billionaire beat
For the rich Bitcoin cowboys down on Wall Street.