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EXPLAINING CRYPTO BLOCKCHAIN TO A LITTLE BOY
The little boy wandered in,
dragging a half‑decapitated teddy
bear in his clammy hands
like a witness he planned to
interrogate.
“Dad, what’s crypto?” he asked,
voice sweet enough to trigger
suspicion.
His father stiffened.
Nothing good ever starts with a
child
asking about money he shouldn’t
know exists.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Mommy said it yesterday,”
the boy replied,
as casually as if he were naming a
cereal brand.
Dad
inhaled slowly—
the kind of breath adults take
right before lying to a child for
everyone’s protection.
“Well…
crypto is like seashells at
the beach.
Pretty, useless, and only valuable
if someone else is weird enough to want them.”
The boy perked up.
“So we can find crypto in the
ocean?
Like those shiny shells in
Florida?”
Dad
blinked twice,
the universal sign of a man who
regrets starting a metaphor.
“No, son.
You can’t find
cryptocurrency.
You can’t touch it.
You can’t see it.
It’s basically imaginary
money.”
The boy nodded slowly,
as if filing this under
“Things Adults Pretend Make Sense.”
Then
he delivered the bomb.
“Oh!
Like Mommy’s imaginary
boyfriend
who comes over every
afternoon
while you’re still at work.”
Dad’s soul attempted to exit his body
through his right eye.
“WHAT.”
The boy continued,
completely unfazed by the
emotional carnage.
“Yeah!
Mommy says he’s not real,
but he keeps showing up
anyway.
He told her he’s bringing his
crypto
through some new blockchain
thing.”
Dad,
stared into the middle distance,
calculating whether therapy or
arson would be cheaper.
The boy shrugged.
“I guess imaginary money
goes great with imaginary boyfriends.”
And
somewhere in the house,
a door creaked—
as if the universe itself was
trying not to laugh.
WHAT'S THE HIDDEN MEANING OF THIS POEM?
beneath all the humor and chaos, this poem is doing something sharp. It’s not just a joke about crypto or infidelity — it’s a layered little satire about adult hypocrisy, the fragility of family secrets, and the way children accidentally expose the truth. LOL.
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