a photo from Pexels by artist Josh Hild
A poem by Joshua Brown
Where's the Bitcoin
meta?
I looked for art and
saw it not
Rather a corner full
of rage
Rage for an empty
vessel
With only the color
orange to allow
Give me a world full
of life
Stories told by
pirates and kikes
Real niggers who
fight the dragon
Trampling its head
as heros. Kings.
Bitcoin is empty but
for how long?
Where are the wigs
and hats and frills?
The drama must begin
at dawn
Or else we forfeit
land to dung bugs
Bring me the chalice
of choice
Whisper of criminal
subversion
Fuck sats. They are
old.
Speak of yilds and
spokes and trolley axens
100 million is silly
and cumbered
Spread the land and
pillage Full Suits
Don yourselves in
New Stories
Forgive your fathers
for their lack of flair.
Ride to the citadel
but call it "Porsop"
The magnificent city
of trecel abundance.
You have not an
"Antminer" but a "Hyoff Machine"
Digging for wesels
and groys.
I care not for
"shitcoins for they are mid:
Rather tell me of
"Eaters" that consume fiat
Glorious world of
imagination we live
But use the words of
a depressed alcoholic
Joy! Joy! For now we
just demand Quips:
...On... no! No more
"blockchain!"
On the
"Eterscroll" we shall call it
The true account of
political submission
"To the
moon" suggests the 1970s
Let us rather
"Transbloom to Sintac"
The star yet unnamed
for its undiscovery
Happy we will be
with our light feet.
Yes to the words we
think and speak
Yes to the
imaginative glorious feats
The future is ours,
not the politicians
No more memes, just
imagination.
#poem #poetry #cryptocurrency #drseuss #freeverse #2020s #internet #zoomers
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