$hitcoin scammer

In a shadowed realm of crypto's night, There lurked a figure, sly and slight. A shitcoin scammer, heart so cold, Who preyed on artists, young and old. He spun a tale of wealth and fame, A tempting promise, void of shame. With empty words, he lured them near, Their dreams and hopes he'd soon adhere. He wove his web with threads of lies, A sinister scheme in $art's disguise. The artists, charmed, they fell so fast, Into the creek of his dark contrast. He reaped the riches, one by one, Their dreams and passions all undone. He danced upon their shattered trust, A cruel delight, deceitful thrust. He wiped his ass with tainted cash, Beneath his smirk, a wicked flash. The stolen hopes, he'd wash and sneer, He felt no guilt, just twisted cheer. With turbo speed and cunning guile, He led them through a twisted mile. With goats and frogs, the memes a snare, He trapped the artists in his lair. For in this tale, the end is bleak, The artists' hopes forever weak. No hero rises, no vengeance sought, The artists' dreams are left distraught. So heed this warning, far and wide, The dexes hold a ruthless tide. Beware the lure of empty gold, And hodl your art close, strong and bold. 1200 x 1800 looping video, self-portrait by Hugo Faz