Trading Rocks for Thin Air: A Ballad of Gold and Fiat Fools

**Verse 1**

I dug my gold from the Earth so deep,

Locked it up, where it falls asleep.

A shiny rock in a vault so grand,

But I can’t touch it, it’s out of my hands.

Now I trade it back, for a conjured illusion,

Thin air money—ain't that a delusion?

**Chorus**

Oh, I’m swapping my gold rock for a fiat joke,

Printed on paper, made to go broke.

Magic tricks from the powers that be,

While Bitcoin’s out here setting us free!

**Verse 2**

The gold sits lonely, unseen and still,

Guarded by guards and a giant bill.

But paper flows like a river so wide,

A “promise” they whisper—it’s hollow inside.

I laugh as I trade this heavy old stone,

For numbers they clicked on a banker's phone!

**Chorus**

Oh, I’m swapping my gold rock for a fiat joke,

Printed on paper, made to go broke.

Magic tricks from the powers that be,

While Bitcoin’s out here setting us free!

**Bridge**

A ledger that’s honest, a network alive,

No vaults or paper, just truth to survive.

Why chase a rock when energy shines?

The future is Bitcoin—it’s *yours* and it’s *mine*!

**Final Chorus**

So keep your gold rock and your vault of deceit,

Fiat’s a circus that ends in defeat.

Magic tricks fade, but here’s the decree:

Bitcoin’s forever, the truth is the key!

**Outro**

I’m done trading rocks for paper thin air,

Let the bankers conjure—I don’t even care.

‘Cause Bitcoin’s my chair when the music stops,

And I’ll watch their illusion come crashing in drops.