Dense: The Night Before Kekmas by Father Nifty

`Twas the night before Kekmas, when all thro' the 'verse, Not a degen was trading crypto from their purse; NFTs were hung in the gallery with care, In hopes that St. Pepe soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, Visions of CryptoDickButts danc'd in their heads, And mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my hood, Settled into browse for non-fungible goods, When on the discord there arose such a clatter, My notifications exploded with chatter. Switching the window I flew like a flash, To load my hot wallet into MetaMask, Alpha so dank my eyes started to glow, Stacking the blue chips like Vincent Van Dough, When what to my wondering mind should appear, But a pixelated punk, in bored-ape yacht gear, With a little brown stubble, and glasses so fine, I knew in the moment 'twas @punk6529

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