you wanted green capitalism?
too bad.
here’s your white capitalism,
snowcoin’s algorithm
ticks
not in dollars,
but in degrees celsius.

your portfolio?
a blizzard of skull emojis
and one fading scream,
why is the market melting?!

snowflakes used to be unique.
now they’re just white noise
in the "etf" of extinction.
if you don't understand eft?
too bad.
transfer!
transfer!
next page!
or consider this a 404k
too bad.
it is either your
blue print typos
or a server error.

you tried to token-ice the tundra?
too bad.
the permafrost just spat up
a mammoth tusk
with your ipo pitch
carved into it.

hodl the glaciers! you screamed.
too bad.
the blockchain forked
and stabbed you
with an icicle.

your last tweet?
diamond hands,
autocorrect changed it to
drowning.

the whales aren’t buying.
the whales are dead.
their coins wash ashore,
stuck to the ribs
of a starving polar bear
who swipes left
on your metaverse
snowglobe.

snowcoin is a lullaby ledger.
one frost is one shared breath.
no decimals,
only the math of moss
counting its emerald interest
under the melt.

the final audit,
assets is zero,
liabilities is the future,
and
interest rate must be a
too bad
apocalypse.

the vault door freezes shut.
inside?
just a single snowflake
whispering,
do you think this is a game?
too bad.