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17th Earl of Oxenford. Failed aristocrat. Number go down storytelling. I’m less useful than a prophet. I’m a poet. Bitcoin.

I can’t think of anyone from the past to compare him to.

How does yellow have the time for all the memes? nostr:note1n0gpvj9xnkt53hlzumgzmh083td5e7p4hu8zr25xl9v2ykxrc2mqqsv6fw

Dragons Love Their Paper Money

Dragons love their paper money,

They count it by the ton,

Like a pot with endless honey,

They print it just for fun,

For creatures used to hoarding gold,

This is quite a new trend,

Guarding lairs is rather old,

It’s easier to spend,

And when they spend it far and wide,

It helps them to achieve,

All of their goals without a glide,

Their stories you believe,

With their paper note comes a trust,

From seller to buyer,

Compliance sans coercive thrust,

Sans barred teeth or fire,

But can a dragon print too much,

And give himself a burn,

Give the printer a heavy touch,

A lesson he must learn,

He sends the trusted paper out,

Everything else comes in,

Until the paper loses clout,

And then the games begin,

They’ll start by moving the goalposts,

And say that you are blind,

To all their accolades and boasts,

Of the peace they have signed,

If that doesn’t work, they’ll start wars,

To occupy your eyes,

Throw paper notes at neighbor’s doors,

Choose leaders as their guise,

If that won’t play, they’ll make fake jobs,

And print more fake paper,

To pay for all the lazy slobs,

Making savings vapor,

They may offer future earnings,

Against their own shelf life,

Imagining no bad turnings,

From blessedness to strife,

When the turning finally comes,

With dragons caught off guard,

They’ll hide all red font final sums,

But nothing can retard,

The fires kindled just for them,

For eating the seed corn,

And ploys of paper money whims,

Expense of those yet born,

For their love of paper money,

These dragons to destroy,

Even lands of milk and honey,

And fields of rape and soy,

Even dragons have a shelf life,

Just like their paper bills,

Their elderly minds are self-rife,

Their gullets filled with pills,

We see dragons eat their own tales,

Claim that others did it,

Print paper money till it fails,

Give the printer credit,

They must resort to hoarding gold,

Proper pastime to store,

A technology slow and old,

They’ll have fun staying poor,

While the rest of us store our time,

In what they call vapor,

We’ll be eating steak in its prime,

They’ll be eating paper.

#poem #poetry #bitcoin #nostr

Dragons Love Their Paper Money

Dragons love their paper money,

They count it by the ton,

Like a pot with endless honey,

They print it just for fun,

For creatures used to hoarding gold,

This is quite a new trend,

Guarding lairs is rather old,

It’s easier to spend,

And when they spend it far and wide,

It helps them to achieve,

All of their goals without a glide,

Their stories you believe,

With their paper note comes a trust,

From seller to buyer,

Compliance sans coercive thrust,

Sans barred teeth or fire,

But can a dragon print too much,

And give himself a burn,

Give the printer a heavy touch,

A lesson he must learn,

He sends the trusted paper out,

Everything else comes in,

Until the paper loses clout,

And then the games begin,

They’ll start by moving the goalposts,

And say that you are blind,

To all their accolades and boasts,

Of the peace they have signed,

If that doesn’t work, they’ll start wars,

To occupy your eyes,

Throw paper notes at neighbor’s doors,

Choose leaders as their guise,

If that won’t play, they’ll make fake jobs,

And print more fake paper,

To pay for all the lazy slobs,

Making savings vapor,

They may offer future earnings,

Against their own shelf life,

Imagining no bad turnings,

From blessedness to strife,

When the turning finally comes,

With dragons caught off guard,

They’ll hide all red font final sums,

But nothing can retard,

The fires kindled just for them,

For eating the seed corn,

And ploys of paper money whims,

Expense of those yet born,

For their love of paper money,

These dragons to destroy,

Even lands of milk and honey,

And fields of rape and soy,

Even dragons have a shelf life,

Just like their paper bills,

Their elderly minds are self-rife,

Their gullets filled with pills,

We see dragons eat their own tales,

Claim that others did it,

Print paper money till it fails,

Give the printer credit,

They must resort to hoarding gold,

Proper pastime to store,

A technology slow and old,

They’ll have fun staying poor,

While the rest of us store our time,

In what they call vapor,

We’ll be eating steak in its prime,

They’ll be eating paper.

Are there any other #Oklahomans on #Nostr or am I the only one? #asknostr

Constructing a complex poem is difficult work.

I have a children’s book that will soon be printed in Bulgaria. They’re doing a better job with the printing than Amazon.

Saylor is very careful with his rhetoric. He avoids the “revolutionary money” narrative in favor of “New York city real estate in cyberspace”. This appeals to institutions and large companies like his. It also avoids painting a huge early target on the backs of institutional hodlers.

Full moon before the sunrise. Whitetail in the pasture. Hunting season is nearing.

GM. #Coffee and then production.

His parents bought a skull that he could grow into later.