Pencil and mind sharp,
books ready, set for study
and …. ooooo a bee!
‘Theft!’ Justice crying
for new financial hope,
lost to Central winds…
The frog doesn’t notice
the boiling pot. Steam vapour
goes with his last hope
The Bitcoin mountain;
a steep, challenging slope to
brighter sunlit peaks….
BTC a lone pine in
forest of deciduous
trees. Altcoin autumn…
winds blew leaves to ground,
the rain fixed them to the road,
bicycle…. skid marks
Fiat locks undone,
the ‘exit is just this way..’
who’s your true jailer?
end
(Many thanks for the encouragement from
@siggy47 and the other cowboys usually found in the daily Stacker Saloon.
Any zaps forwarded to the SN satraiser recipient
@anita founder of Bitcoin for Fairness)