Startled at the stillness broken, by a crash so rudely woken,
"Doubtless", said I, "news should matter of the overstock and stores;
call upon a Wall Street master, stop the unmerciful disaster,
it's falling fast and falling faster..." till the charts one burden bore,
"Monday morrow he will fail us... as he has failed us before."
And withdrawals? "Nevermore."
And the Karpeles, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting"Doubtless", said I, "news should matter of the overstock and stores;
call upon a Wall Street master, stop the unmerciful disaster,
it's falling fast and falling faster..." till the charts one burden bore,
"Monday morrow he will fail us... as he has failed us before."
And withdrawals? "Nevermore."
On the blue ball of plastic just above the wooden floor;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his bitcoins on the floor;
And my coins from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
I know this thread is not about the walls or the trading but since when did we switch from trains and buts to poetry?
Poetry is an improvement over trains and butts. No complaints here.

I'm not that drunk to argue with a lady
