Long Live Ethfinance, A Poem

Because I could not stop for Kbin,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

And I had put away

My writing, and my memeing too,

For his civility.

We passed /r/cc where children played,

Their lessons scarcely done;

We passed the fields of Chia farms,

We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a site that seemed

The saddest place around;

Her mods were scarcely visible,

Her subs were but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each

Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised ethfinance’s heads

Were toward eternity.