This is not a note,it’s an outburst:
Or, The fiat blues.
Paper hides real rate, treasury board hesitates
Public gets docile, but typing hostile
Quants complaining, predict green, running pots for Opies & Kings
Everyone’s complaining, boyfriend keep suggesting his coins not like the rest.
Leverage is growing, assets ain’t protected
Politicians using the people, they’re abusing
The banks getting bigger, like the prices d’hiver
I woke this morning with Moscow in my head
I poured over my clothing, as I caffeinated out of bed.
I opened the app to hear the good vibes
₿ut all I heard was the fiat’s blues
Digital talons soaring, basement dwellers find life boring
Incels the only answer,blue light cancer
The systems gonna fall soon, to a new angry AI tune.
And thats just another 2016 confirmations
The president digs freedom, immigrants hiding
Millennials are uptight, vaping at the stoplight
Quantitive’s are loosening, I can’t stop, so I am hurting
Saylor sells his hopeless chest
Greed plays in the market, bond vigilantes non-fiction
The little man gets the shafted, bills & monies drafted
Living by a block clock, quantum in the far east
Can you pass the maxis test?
Its a larp, an educated guess
Well, Nostr, I couldn’t care less.