Seed (A Venture Capitalist Tragedy)5 Dec 2024 14:22
A poem by ChatGPT…
Oh, Seed, you were destined to grow,
A beacon of promise, or so we were told.
With Ed at the helm, a visionary, bold—
Who knew that “disruption” would be so cold?
You pitched us on dreams, on moonshots, and more,
A future of riches, untold and hardcore.
We poured in our cash, with hopes that you’d glide,
While Ed flashed a smile and then burned it all wide.
The app? It crashed. The platform? A joke.
Your algorithm? Please, it just barely spoke.
But don't worry, dear investors, no need to be stressed,
The Seed has been planted—in Ed's brand new yacht, no less.
You promised a "pivot," you promised the sky,
But Ed’s real "growth plan" was to make the funds fly.
Now we’re left with a startup that didn’t quite "take,"
But don’t worry, folks—Ed’s making a "swell" cake.
So, here’s to you, Seed, a true legend in fraud,
The company that crashed with a wave and a nod.
And Ed, oh dear Ed, we all wish you the best—
With your golden parachute tucked deep in your chest.