GPT can tell you what's wrong with Bitcoin: You throw 25 grand on a Bitcoin bet, The dough lands in a chest, smoky and wet. You've got your Bitcoin, feelin' al

GPT can tell you what's wrong with Bitcoin: You throw 25 grand on a Bitcoin bet, The dough lands in a chest, smoky and wet. You've got your Bitcoin, feelin' alive, But the chest has plans, man, it's a damn beehive. It pays the skeptics, those withdrawing in fright, The electric bill's covered, in the dark of the night, A Lambo, a threesome, a few folks living in sin, As the value hits 27 grand, you think it's your turn to win. But then comes a big fish, an old-time player, He dumps his coins, like a dirty betrayer. The price dives to 20 grand, you can't help but feel, Thousands like you are stuck in a rotten ordeal. You scramble to withdraw, but the site's a damn mess, The price keeps on fallin', and the chest reveals its emptiness. The truth is, it was never full, not even close, Now you're left with your Bitcoin, feelin' morose. A voice in the shadows tells you, "It's not about the bread, Bitcoin's a different way to pay, don't let it go to your head. Hold tight, and embrace your virtual piece, The future of money might just find its release."