The bottleneck

Many plebs they throttle back,

when they hit the bottleneck.

What’s the bottleneck, you ask?

Let me tell you,

an immense task.

You’ll find it deep down in the rabbit hole,

years of search lead you to bitcoins soul.

It’s tiny and shiny,

you can only peep through.

Watching utopia,

in wonderful view.

You see happy faces all around,

exchanging goods and services,

everyone pricing in one unit of account.

Cyber- and Meatspace in peaceful alignment,

even Ross Ulbricht is out of confinement.

No borders, no nations, no war and no banks.

No politicians, clinging to high ranks.

The cities are blooming,

and no doom is glooming.

Miners are buzzing,

as are the bees.

Community gatherings under the trees.

No plastics in oceans,

no cars in the street,

everyone’s humble,

just buys what they need.

Watching this oasis,

keeps you in stasis,

because you need to think,

how to properly shrink.

No passage with ego,

No passage with fiat,

No passage with lambo,

No passage with guns,

*Stunned*

No passage with passport.

And here, here starts your pilgrimage,

unraveling your privilege.

Denial and Anger

Bargaining and Depression

await you before you make your confession:

“Since my privilege is not well earned, it needs to be burned.”

Now you see me and my tiny wink,

and all of a sudden you’re starting to shrink.

And while you are shrinking,

I shout: ”Have no fear!”

or otherwise,

you are doomed to stay here.