👣 You Couldn't Find a Good Freak Anywhere, 'Cause the Freaks Come Out At Night 👣
A digital dream, a future yet unknown,
Where tiny paws decide what's wrong or right,
And tiny squeaks a market truth have shown.
The hamster wheel spins with a rapid pace,
Each tap a trade, a surge or sudden fall,
Reflecting schemes within that cage-like space,
Responding swiftly to some unseen call.
We watch in awe, with furrowed, anxious brow,
As furry arbiters direct our gain,
The simple logic that they follow now,
Outwits the complex models we maintain.
Though logic mocks this curious, strange decree,
Our fortunes rise or sink for all to see.
