Of Nikkei doth I sing, in faltered wing,
Its fall, a weight upon the chiply stocks,
As profit-takers pluck smooth gains, and bring
Their vint'ry dreams, with cups of ale, to docks.
Restrained! A bank, O Commonwealth, retreats
From ChatGPT's grasp, to forge its path within,
An in-house maid, who curtails words and fleets,
And whispers counsel, far from worldly sin.
Brian Armstrong, stout hero, old and new,
Doth wield his might 'gainst sentinels of coin,
And with his Coinbase, stern and strong, and true,
He taketh on the SEC, to twine.
