In hues of red and gold,
A cautionary tale is told,
Of one who bought the top in haste,
And found their fortune laid to waste.
He followed the FOMO and didn't wait,
Rushing without a second thought,
Jumped on a trend he was just taught.
Left with empty hands,
He became a victim of amateur plans.
Generation wealth, endless health,
All promises of the obscure.
Now his loss is too mature.
The party's set, the lights are bright,
But there's no one there to share the sight.
A rug alone upon the floor,
Crafts a symbol of a greedy score.
May his fall serve to teach,
A lesson hard, but within reach,
That hasty choices made in greed,
Will never plant a fruitful seed.
