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There is no snow, a left turn is a careening roll 7, 8, 9 times, all along the road Until the carriage turns over and makes us again feel whole We count the moments that it stays, before it encrypts code Juxtapose, lizards and rats, seagulls and bats The underlying message is psychological attack And when she opened up her mouth she let out a hack So devastating and depressing that she turned and spat These old bones and these old dreams are a glimpse of what's passed And though the skies are turning gray, the blues, in mind, will last A silver lining is a metaphor, it's never really been A line designed to separate the sadness from the sin My friends tell me I am a crosswalk between truth and hate But in the end the truth is those who despise can relate Detesting the human race is something worth the time That's taken to reflect on my stubborn, fizzled mind A shotgun is all we need to see the light of day And one bullet is all it takes for them to steal it away So grab your jewelry and your cash and clip them to your vest Because your family wants to know the score when you lay to rest Faultless isn't really a word, thoughtless is a theology You say spell cat, I say spell Keynesian economy Aristotle spent years trying to prove epistemology Existentialism wiped him out with one written dichotomy. Waiting for my ride to get to the drop of dreams And when I take just enough I will be caught up in screams The world around is shaking violently and everything gleams And the golden from the sunshine on the buildings are my streams I want to lie in branches made of paper and long legs Keeping our eyes open, we're all stepping over eggs Is it any wonder why my strife and struggles bleed? A warm body and an acid bath are all I truly need.
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
These Days
There is no snow, a left turn is a careening roll 7, 8, 9 times, all along the road Until the carriage turns over and makes us again feel whole We count the moments that it stays, before it encrypts code Juxtapose, lizards and rats, seagulls and bats The underlying message is psychological attack And when she opened up her mouth she let out a hack So devastating and depressing that she turned and spat These old bones and these old dreams are a glimpse of what's passed And though the skies are turning gray, the blues, in mind, will last A silver lining is a metaphor, it's never really been A line designed to separate the sadness from the sin My friends tell me I am a crosswalk between truth and hate But in the end the truth is those who despise can relate Detesting the human race is something worth the time That's taken to reflect on my stubborn, fizzled mind A shotgun is all we need to see the light of day And one bullet is all it takes for them to steal it away So grab your jewelry and your cash and clip them to your vest Because your family wants to know the score when you lay to rest Faultless isn't really a word, thoughtless is a theology You say spell cat, I say spell Keynesian economy Aristotle spent years trying to prove epistemology Existentialism wiped him out with one written dichotomy. Waiting for my ride to get to the drop of dreams And when I take just enough I will be caught up in screams The world around is shaking violently and everything gleams And the golden from the sunshine on the buildings are my streams I want to lie in branches made of paper and long legs Keeping our eyes open, we're all stepping over eggs Is it any wonder why my strife and struggles bleed? A warm body and an acid bath are all I truly need.
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The history of fiat Is chock full of breaches Of centralized power That pushes and reaches Debasing our money The looters and leeches Gaslighting people With Keynesian speeches Where is our money In fractional banks? They lend out in bubbles And give us no thanks Restricting our freedoms With raw overreaches Yes, the history of fiat Is brimming with breaches But now we have freedom From theft and abuse A better money in Bitcoin And the power to choose
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
Full of Breaches (Bitcoin Poem 072)
Question: What has Bitcoin done for Humanity? Answer: Bitcoin has helped millions of people to: Move money safely Across country borders Or keep money private Through seizure orders Avoid the debasement Of all of their savings As inflation abounds Amidst Keynesian ravings Transfer remittances To countries abroad Without the high fees That border on fraud Own their own money For millions the “first time” Generations unbanked This is truly a crime Trade with anyone Across land or ‘cross sea With no “middle man” Who might disagree Enjoy some privacy A basic human right As foundational freedoms Tyrants try to rewrite So here you go Jim This is just a small list Of what Bitcoin’s done And you simply dismissed
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Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
Bitcoin for Humanity (Bitcoin Poem 089)
Gimme some sardined rice Sorry— that's the price? Do you then have mice on ice? Its price? Thrice a sardined rice per slice! Jesus Chris— thrice? Okay, get me three slices of mice on ice No freaking flies, no lice On my mice, just ice... Nice! Zinjanthropus
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
Felix Curtis the Keynesian