Out of the ashes emerged a snarling rodent dubbed Max Punk.
Open battle, Whales besting Bored-Apes, the social layer manifest.
Bitcoin leaders despatched to jail, then freed by large strike waves.
HODL’ers combating within the streets, energy cuts, three-day work weeks, Maxi’s battling for Hashrates, governments introduced down, Central Banks crying.
The Banksters powerless.
The Orange-Pilled class – loud, stacked and poisonous.
L’ Provocateur do not stand downwind from sh%#tcoins.
Max Punk smells of victory not of FOMO.
An Orange sky at evening traverses’ seas of fiat to El Salvador goals, not NFT nightmares.
Un Bukele ami très explosif.
Selling Bitcoin via absurdist and provocative actions,
a method of enacting financial change.
Proof of ‘work[ers]’ by no means strike.
God will not save the greenback, the regime.
Fiat makes you a moron, a possible Elon-bomb.
L’ Provocateur do not stand downwind from sh%#tcoins.
Max Punk smells of victory not of FOMO.
An Orange sky at evening traverses’ seas of fiat to El Salvador goals, not NFT nightmares.
Un Bukele ami très explosif.
Orange sneakers and garb solely taunts the volcanos.
Consuming sats, not the FUD.
And there ain’t no future ‘cept with Bitcoin.
…In your dreaming Laser eyes!
It is a visitor submit by Enza Coin. Opinions expressed are fully their very own and don’t essentially replicate these of BTC Inc or Bitcoin Journal.
