Throw me down, throw me around, tables turn upside down to the sound. We chilling, we feeling the vibes, hands holding a Maß. Green or red ticks up and down don't phase us, not what we're about. At the end of the night sticking together with the crowd. Community, shout it loud. Artwork by William Lindhorst. Poetry by Oyacaro.

Stand in unity through bears and scrutiny. Truthfully, for some a eulogy. Eyes and charts low, highs and hearts slow. Done for, they loudly roar, come back to the shore. Don't fall in the cold war, love. For there's feet on the dance floor when encore steps abored. Patience for the ore, together, the whole will soar. Artwork by MadyMadlin. Poetry by Oyacaro.

Grab a soul won't let go, been done by so and so. Roof to blow, we hold we own. Innovation reclamation, digitalized pursuation. Glitch of a code thrown off a road paved by the bold. Clean the mold so has told and reshape the old. Blocks of gold on territory uncontrolled. Artwork by MxMyA.

Chogging down your 4th beer as you open the POAP, and see that the liquid starts to interfere on the visual frontier. This means you're a pioneer, not in drinking, but in the NFT sphere. You spread the word of what you hear in here like a cavalier.