As we're all hanging on to our haunches waiting for EOS to mean something; we're all drumming around our dronesome on STEEM hoping there's someone that hasn't noticed us yet.

And then there's the new users.

We all love STEEM, if you've been on it for a while you've either loved it or left it; and those who slogged the ranks of STEEM will always endure; on some clone or fork or some history archive, laser-crystal or otherwise clever storage mechanism the future holds.

![](https://steemitimages.com/DQmWcPqtqXXTy8x2QcLiUZiZwPApG8exu4YJ3sGaiua8kRB/image.png)

Think of yourself as the olympian blogger; those who blogged in a way no one has blogged before, years after blogging was a thing.

The marathon internet lover; some of us have endured bulletin boards and newsgroups to end up here, and in a sense there might one day in fact be a form of rank among  the ranked; in a sense, this is it, the egg that the fyrst chicken laid.

![](https://steemitimages.com/DQmerxTRrvFuDDntmcbuhr46qEo8LDsZkss4WouDUkAs7Ls/image.png)

Be smart, don't lay all your eggs in one basket, make sure you spread your shitcoin evenly and be sure to grease the gears, lest they grind up in that lambo.

![](https://steemitimages.com/DQmY9ZvfxCiWtXfKV1ia6R2cLRyxgtmmGJ5YEPsHJkbm5WG/image.png)

If you're hodling some shitcoin; make sure its at least on github.

Now on to more irrelevant elements of this degenerate monologue; let's set the level to rebel and turn the heat to hot and let's set the bets to best the inevitable investments in a blockchain we all know and love.

And profit.

/me takes a bow.

Now forget you ever read this poem and upvote this post.