Permission Denied
You knock, you plead, you fill the form,
You beg to trade inside the norm.
But I donβt ask, and I donβt wait,
I settle truth at a sovereign rate.
No middleman, no censored pay,
My keys decide what moves today.
They locked the doors. I built my own.
Permissionβs dead. The code has won.
#Bitcoin #poems #oneaday
Nice poem man. Very creative.
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it's a new hobby. I got so many, should put them into a book
What? For real.
