poems are for poets
not selling to another
for the poet who wrote it
not even their mother
when we trade for dollars
in lieu of giving away
the poem grows a collar
and the meaning is swayed
but then there were sats
for zapping each other
giving for giving
even for mothers
thank you Satoshi
now I can share
and fill my own plate
with what was given with care
from now until forever
my poem is free
never to be sold
a poem written by me
-🤞🎯✝️🌓