a poem by Joshua Brown
Stately king upon the throne
Soldiers paid in solid gold
Bigger business needs the law
Eye for eye the sacred law
Double spend and double down
Citadel with methed out clown
Crazy propaganda fools
Mooning shitcoins wild and cool
We want a king! We want a king!
Anarchy with empty sting
Smiling Orwell-speaking Queen
Broken Princess, Broken Crown.
Torch held high by dead bodies
Dead children
You, yes you, not Father bitchy
You the child of mother witchy
Bitcoin cannot save a knave
Brain allured to evolutions cave
Terrorism in the place called home
"PEDOPHILE" on granite tome.
Angels, demons, flying free
God in code on bended knee
Bows to US in soft composure
Bow to code or bow to Those.
Crying niggers, crying soul
Allow! Allow! Tears roll
A violent petty tyrant lord
Child.
Angry at the grainsack mind
Thrown at the table feelings grind
Shred their existence, their home, their land
Rise together with a refreshing band.
Allow! Allow! Prison break NOW
You want a cage for humans proud?
Take up the mothers and fathers who fucked
And brought to life children whose life they made suck
Bitcoin will save us from surety debt
But shitcoins will save us from shivering stench
Buying us freedom by buying off liars
Trolls laughing and prancing round fires.
Economy doubling in size and in scope
Paper allowance erasing in smoke
Fragrant the rising of code mitigation
Flat Earth reaching towards the Space Station
Choking. Nay. Grimacing fiercely.
Delicate sweets I chew solemnly
Naked, my shriveled dick betrays
Value of my patterned play.
Slobber from my mouth escapes
Sugary goo from Golden cake.
Around me marching skirted Ma's.
Soldiers with blinders greenback jaws.
Recipes read. Recipes follow.
Under the sheets, her cum I swallow
Thoughtfully making myself erased
Sliced skin they call disgraced.
Superstitious broken weak
Alone, betrayed, angry freak
Allow. Allow. A human will.
Sweets melting on the windowsill.
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