Seed (A Venture Capitalist Tragedy)5 Dec 2024 14:22
A poem by ChatGPTā¦
Oh, Seed, you were destined to grow,
A beacon of promise, or so we were told.
With Ed at the helm, a visionary, boldā
Who knew that ādisruptionā 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 youād 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 plantedāin Ed's brand new yacht, no less.
You promised a "pivot," you promised the sky,
But Edās real "growth plan" was to make the funds fly.
Now weāre left with a startup that didnāt quite "take,"
But donāt worry, folksāEdās making a "swell" cake.
So, hereās 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 bestā
With your golden parachute tucked deep in your chest.