Everybody's going for broke,
That's bitcoin in their hand,
To them, money's a joke,
But they don't understand.
Odds are what they are:
Change is what they do.
But if you beat the odds,
Odds take care of you.
So everybody's going for broke,
With digital dice we play,
That guy just lost his shirt,
And it going to be cold today.
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A great funny write that bites on gambling. Great rhyme.