Scarcity unfolds.
Twenty-one million or less.
The rest? Empty noise.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Thrones of paper burn.
Silent ledgers carve the path.
Plebs donât bow to kings.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Plebs howl through the noise.
Stacks rise. Voices pierce the air.
They printâwe remain.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Mining in the dark,
Heat from rigs, proof whispers loud:
Work canât be undone.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Freedom costs one thing.
Hold your keys. Believe in blocks.
One step off the chain.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Orange light, dark night.
Plebs plant seeds beneath the stars.
One day we shall eat.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Rust and gold decay.
Digital stone wonât erode.
Forever is now.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Satoshiâs shadowâ
They laughed when we said itâs real.
Tick-tock, next block, fools.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Zero trust remains.
Code canât lie. It hums through time.
No rulersâjust math.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Fiat men in suits,
Print their truths with crooked hands.
Plebs mine harder truths.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
HODL like a ghost.
Sats stack silently at night.
Freedom finds the chain.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Keys cold, ledger warm,
Blocks march on, relentless truth.
Fiat fears the dawn.
#haiku #pixelpoetry
Bitcoin is a bicycle of value
GM
Protect the plebs at all costs
Noters gonna note!
Here for the culdesac evening game of kick the can

