Hi, Fren...
Your original, non-AI poetry?π€
Sorry I have to ask these days...π³
He went by Nakamoto
But no one knew his game
They thought it was for money,
or possibly the fame
They called him Nakamoto
but no one guessed his play
He humbly mined as the world slept
They knew not, all had changed
His name was Nakamoto
Breaking the tyrantβs yoke
He mined the overlords to dust
Until the world awokeβ¦
Artwork courtesy of nostr:npub19v2e3xgzwa7xydw7k7ky9tngjcmtnpqgpctzvl9ak3v37mkn54js988kdv 
Hi, Fren...
Your original, non-AI poetry?π€
Sorry I have to ask these days...π³