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Edward Carnegie was once a normal man,
Steel monopolist extraordinaire.
Till a fateful dip in rail stock,
Lead to his discovery of time travel.
Confused, he landed just a few years from the modern day,
Where he was arrested by the Time Police.
"Edward, we'll set you free,
If you defeat public time enemy,
The Alien."
So off went Carnegie to the modern day,
To face off against fellow PTE.
But what was revealed,
Shocked even the Time Police.
His business partner, Henry Frick,
Was the real villain all along.
"Buckle up, we're going back in time!"
Back to the time of steel money,
Frick had almost bested Carnegie.
"The company is mine Edward, stand down!"
Though undenounced to Henry,
His advisory had pumped his veins full,
Of the Blood Of Steel.
Inspired by a home movie a friend made
Centralized coffers, a tempting sight,
   Gold, fiat, digits, held with great might.
      A stroke of a pen, a server’s command,
         And fortunes are seized, across the land.
            The state’s hungry hand, or a thief’s intent,
               And our wealth is now gone, to our lament.
                  Therefore
               We need a refuge, a secure & digital keep,
            Where our private keys allow us to sleep.
         A bearer asset, secured by code & math,
      An immutable ledger, and a secure path.
   No single point fails, no central control,
Bitcoin is a fortress, to keep you whole.
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery131Confiscation.html
MetaVerse Mar 22

The Honey Bee

Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Honey sweetens me and thee.
Thou art busy all the Day;
Busy Bee, thy Wings are gay.

Flowers bloom and showers fall;
Spring is springing over All.
Thou shalt work till Daylight's end.
Golden Bee, thou art my Friend!


The Beekeeper

Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Thou dost make my Gold for me.
Labour, Bee, because thy toil
Buys my meat and drink and oil.

Thou art mine: what thou dost make,
Slave! to Market I shall take.
Mine the Bee and mine the Earth,
Mine by Right of Human birth.
Compare to songs of innocence and experience by Blake and Watts.
I used to be a fool,
thinking I could live on love.

But it seems you need some Dinero, 
If you wanna rise above. 

Silk suits and Bentleys 
don't grow on trees. 

And the ladies always prefer
The guys with the money.

Now I ain't sayin she's a Golddigger,
But Kayne said it best, 
She ain't messin with no broke N---a's.

He said it not me, 
So cut me some slack,
let's finish the story.

I used to believe
I could live on love.

I used to believe, 
Love is all you need.

Lennon said, That Baby!

I used to believe I could live on love.

But then I met you!

I used to believe, 
I could live on love.

But now!

Now I know!

"Baby it's True!!!"
(Just a fool Living on Love)
Thanks for the title Anais.
What's better than a summer day?
Not a whole lot,
But there are a few things.
There's love for one,
After all, any day with love makes summer look glum.
Some argue for money,
But I just don't know,
Money doesn't feed my soul.
Family is up there,
But the sun can set even on that,
Guess a legacy isn't as immortal as they say.
I miss summer dearly
Piyush Mar 20
Rainy Day,  
Blurred Eyes,  
Lost My Way,  
Lost My Sight.  

Another Day,  
Another Try,  
Searching for a Path,  
Reaching for the Sky.  

Different Day,  
Different Time,  
No Place to Rest,  
Not a Dime.  

What to Say,  
What to Rhyme,  
Lost My Way,  
Lost My Time.
Fiat money consists of units of debt,
   With its creation tied to borrowing, to
      Repay with interest. Yet as debt grows,
         The value of each dollar shrinks, eroding
            Savings, distorting markets, stealing time.
               Debt-money rewards few, but hurts many.
                  Therefore
               We need a money that is not debt-based.
            This money would be an actual unit of
         Wealth that has a verified finite supply.
      A transparent ledger that can be openly
   Checked, but cannot be manipulated
Or controlled.  Bitcoin is the Answer!
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery130UnitOfWealth.html
No more Monsters,
Sorry RedBull but you lost my brand loyalty.
I will no longer be drinking tartine,
All this caffeine makes me forget,
It causes problems with my life and love.
So I'll save my pennies,
To afford a moment of clarity.
It's like a drug to the fragile way my mind is built.
If gas prices taught us anything,
There's money in selling efficiency.
No one has a back to break these days,
Nor the time to do it.
I could labor in the fields,
Or click a button.
I still get the apple,
But is it truly the fruit of my work?
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