We used to swear the gas fees left us bent.
One NFT mint could swallow half a check.
Now every swap will barely cost a cent.

We'd watch the gwei climb high before we'd relent,
refresh the wallet like a held breath check.
We used to swear the gas fees left us bent.

My mother tells her hardship, evident
in every callus, every aching neck.
Now every swap will barely cost a cent,

and something in me mourns the money spent,
the war story reduced to just a fleck.
We used to swear the gas fees left us bent.

I miss the drama, miss the argument
with strangers online, furious, unchecked.
Now every swap will barely cost a cent.

The chain grew up. I guess that's what it meant
to scale, though something small got swept off deck.
We used to swear the gas fees left us bent,
but now every swap will barely cost a cent.