#dollars
The Triffin Dilemma shows the conflict
Between a nation’s domestic monetary
Policy and international obligations when
Its money is the global reserve currency.
The US must supply dollars globally to
Meet demand, leading to trade deficits
And issues such as inflation and debt.
Therefore
Bitcoin offers a potential solution by
Operating outside of any one nation.
As a decentralized currency, it halts
The need for any one country to bear
The burden of reserve currency status.
Bitcoin’s fixed supply stops inflation and
The global reach serves every nation.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
Traditional financial systems often
Charge high fees for many services
Especially certain types of transactions
Such as remittances, credit card payments
Wire transfers, and late payment charges
Remittances alone charge 6 percent of the
Amount sent globally from one to another
Therefore
Let’s save billions of dollars for real people
By moving to a system with much lower fees
For transferring money anywhere on earth
Bitcoin’s transaction fees are quite small
Especially when using lightning protocol
Imagine the savings and the freedom
As billions start using Bitcoin soon
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 11:33 AM UTC
Another day
Another dime
Another useless
Unheard rhyme
Another day
another dime
On the ladder
I do not pretend to climb
Another day
another dime
Another way for me
To waste my time
Another day
another dime
I make a dollar for you
And lose some of mine
Another day
another dime
I bear the burden
Of your wimpy spine
Another day
another dime
The suffering you leave
Is your greatest crime
Another day
Another dime
There will be no justice
It's all broken this time
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
I hate you and your new car.
I hope every time you go to the gas station, it's three dollars per gallon. I hope you make so many enemies that there's a line to sugar your gas tank, I hope your engine knocks and your head gasket blows and your timing belt snaps and your rims warp and your tires pop every time you pass my street. I could still beat you in a race, even with your ugly sport package and plasti-dipped grill, I could still beat you in a race because I am angrier than you. I am angrier than you, and I always will be.
I hate you,
And I hate your new car.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
Onlyfans has made me realize something about myself
If any of my friends come up to me and say
“hey for 5 bucks you can see me naked”
Hell why not
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
may you marry a millionaire
and born dozen of sons
and daughters will be as your suns
they will be like their father
have a millions of Dollars
their poor will be out of sights
may you live
hundred of long life
that will be happy
and you may see
your grandsons and granddaughters
who will have happy
by their rights
their names will be begin with letter M
and you will be the emperor of M
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
was uttered in a
computer generated,
non-demeaning,
gender neutral tone
by the impersonal,
unemotional,
automated,
grocery checkout machine.
"Enter your customer ID now!"
demands the artificial human.
"And... if I don't?"
I query the metallic shell
of what once was
a minimum wage employee.
There was no reply.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
I’m ‘bout to work my fire *** to ice
No need to guess, baby, or roll the dice
I pray like “dolla dolla make me holla”
That’s how I build it up with every caller
Ain’t no one’s gonna motivate your ***
You’re either sweatin’ or you get no sass
I earn them dollars just to stack them good
I don’t mind grindin’ as I know I should
I works from Monday straight to Friday night
Pick up the calls, fill up the tickets right
Here I acknowledge your sincere applause
Don’t touch my money with your ghetto paws
I’m way much flyer than the God’s big curse
If you can’t handle it then call a nurse
I came to work it down, Lord is my witness
Yeah, I gon’ slay like it’s nobody’s business
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
4
10:30
"Knock knock"
Still in my pyjamas.
We drank coffee and smoked cigarettes.
He went to a rap gig the night before.
Fifteen dollars wasted.
3
13:00
An old school friend.
More coffee.
We spoke of art, travel and vegetable gardens.
In Japan they don't eat or show affection in public she told me.
Aokigahara finally makes sense.
2
22:00
Lucky Coq.
Girls would ****** for his hair.
He told me of his grandfathers poetry recitals every Christmas.
Idiosyncrasies are the ventriloquists of my heart.
1
23:00
We smoked under vine-entwined lanterns.
He fell in love with a French girl once and lived with her in Versailles.
He was young and went back home.
Regret at the fork in the road.
0
23:30
Left to find a 24/7 bottle shop and go home.
Crossed paths with old friends.
"Come have a drink with us"
-1
-2
-3
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Is this really what I want?
To spend hundreds of dollars,
On brand name clothing
I'll eventually grow out of?
Is this really what I want?
To act like someone
Who is the exact opposite
Of who I truly am?
Is this really what I want?
To do things
That go against my beliefs
Or what I see to be right?
Is this really what I want?
To pay hundreds of dollars
Every few months
Just do get my hair done?
No.
This isn't what I want,
This is what the
world of today wants.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Since when is good enough,
Good enough?
Minimum, easiest,
Thoughtless and rushed.
We're giving pennies
Wanting dollars in return
We expect the gold medal
Without effort, it's not earned
Giving enough
to get by, and no more
Yet expecting the best
From the rest of the world
Too focused on taking
To ever give
But a one-sided life
Is no way to live
Good enough is not good enough
Half effort won't yield a full life.
If you feel like you deserve all the best
You've got to give what you'd like.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
There's holes in all my pockets
No more money do they hold
My hands can't go much deeper
Trying to shield them from the cold
I've got 'bout fifteen dollars
Rolled and stuffed inside my boot
Got it from a pawn shop
Where I went and sold my suit
The road to where I'm going
Is one I've never been before
I've gambled all I own away
I'm looking for a score
All my life's possessions
Are scattered cross the land
In pawn shops and casinos
In the mountains and the sand
I gambled with the devil
Didn't win, had no chance
Now, I'm hitching it to nowhere
With empty pockets in my pants
A dealer with a lucky streak
And me on my last legs
Now, I'm one step up from dying
I'm now one of the worlds dregs
The money in my left boot
Won't last long when I hit town
I'll find the first casino
And my sorrows I will drown
Be it on the tables
Or at the bar telling my tale
It won't last long no matter
But my soul still ain't for sale
I gambled with the devil
Didn't have a chance at all
It's amazing that the distance
That there is for one to fall
It didn't take a decade
And it didn't take a year
But, I'm one step from the bottom
Aching hard for my next beer
I'm hitching it to nowhere
But, I'll know when I arrive
Don't know how long I'll stay there
Or how long I will survive
I've got holes in all my pockets
All I own is on my back
I gambled with the devil
He took red, and I took black.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
I ain't seeing a thing, till I see the color of your money.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
I wrote this in the dark.
Because the last poem stripped
from the book binding and ripped
from my chest was not valued at
the utility company's worth; a two-hundred dollar bill is not easily disbursed when each
poem nets zero cents per word.
A candlestick will
dematerialize faster than
a wax seal on parchment -
one that establishes the epoch of
Civil Rights -
this is a correlated falsehood
of fixed rents in a gentrified neighborhood.
The plus-side of *******
the poor to cater to the wealthy
is that when the new occupants
move in, and the stainless steel
refrigerator is moved in, the empty
box is placed at the curb, and with
the right imagination it can easily
become a home for two.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC