[Verse 1]
Got a hot tip from a dude in my DMs, his avatar was an anime cat.
Said the future of finance is algorithmic, and that fiat was falling flat.
Told me, “Get in on the ground floor, bro, it’s a paradigm shift, you see.
It’s a trustless system, peer-to-peer, and it’s fully decentralized, G.”
So I read the whitepaper, half-awake, it was dense and academical.
Full of cryptographic theory that was purely mathematical.
Sounded less like a currency, more like a puzzle box some genius made,
A solution so elaborate the original problem had decayed.
And the acolytes are fervent, in the forums they convene,
Typing "HODL" with a fervor that is frankly quite obscene.
It’s a whole new lexicon, a glossary of terms,
For convincing other people to invest in digital germs.

[Chorus]
It’s a long-con bubble with a command-line interface,
Burning up the planet just to win a database race.
It’s a solution in a desperate search for a problem to profess,
It’s a SHA-256 hash of a Ponzi scheme, I guess.
They’re hashing it out for a digital receipt,
While the polar ice caps quietly admit defeat.
So you can keep your token, your immutable address,
I’m divesting my attention from this whole hot mess.

[Verse 2]
My cousin bought a server rack, installed it in the shed.
The power grid is groaning from the noise inside his head.
He’s calculating nonces, trying to append another block,
Ignoring all the neighbors who are banging on his lock.
He said, “It’s proof-of-work, it’s how you know the ledger’s true!”
I said, “You’re boiling reservoirs to make a single one or two
Of these imaginary nothings, these receipts for wasted joules.
Man, we used to use our CPUs for rendering some ghouls
In a game of Quake or Doom, or to compile a bit of code,
Not to run a global lottery that’s destined to corrode
The very hardware that we treasure.” He just called me salty, sad,
Said I didn’t get the tech and that my FUD was really bad.

[Chorus]
It’s a long-con bubble with a command-line interface,
Burning up the planet just to win a database race.
It’s a solution in a desperate search for a problem to profess,
It’s a SHA-256 hash of a Ponzi scheme, I guess.
They’re hashing it out for a digital receipt,
While the polar ice caps quietly admit defeat.
So you can keep your token, your immutable address,
I’m divesting my attention from this whole hot mess.

[Bridge]
And don’t you get me started on the non-fungible craze,
Paying server hosting fees to point to a JPEG for days.
“But you own the link!” they tell me, with a straight and earnest face,
Like a deed to a specific grain of sand in outer space.
It’s a multi-level marketing scheme with a slightly better GUI,
Full of rug-pulls, shills, and bag-holders who watch their savings die.
Used to be the nerds were building things, a MUD or BBS,
Now they’re engineering scarcity to profit from distress.
They call it Web3, but it feels like AOL keyword hell,
A walled-off garden-variety, speculative sell.

[Outo]
So when they tell you that the blockchain is the thing that saves us all,
Just remember that the emperor is shopping at the mall,
And his brand new clothes are hyperlinks, his scepter’s just a key.
There’s nothing in the wallet, far as I can see.
Yeah, nothing in the wallet. Just a promise and a prayer.
And a massive carbon footprint hanging heavy in the air.
Signing off.

Proof-of-Waste

[Verse 1]
I scroll the ticker like a prayer wheel, gears mesh with glossy zeal,
Forum flames, dopamine names — everybody’s cashing in the spiel.
They plaster "decentralize" on banners made of borrowed dreams,
While the servers hum like furnace guts and the planet pays the fees.
Whitepaper poetry: footnotes fat with frictionless assertions,
Promise a sovereign ledger, then auction it in subversion.
Gas fees, flash greed, a swap that snaps like Velcro on a vest,
You stack your seeds in sleep mode, hope the daemon does the rest.
Trading cults in Telegrams with emojis like totems — wow,
They preach immutable salvation but can’t fix a broken plow.
Proof-of-work or proof-of-wish — either way somebody burns,
And the headlines wink 'to the moon' while the water table learns.

[Chorus]
They sell futures in the air (air), mint faith from thin veneer (veer),
Swap trust for glossy logos, then auction off the cheer.
It’s ledger logic, ledger loquacious — loud but light as dust,
You put your faith into the chain and watch your balance rust.

[Verse 2]
A friend encrypted savings, memorized a twelve-word curse,
Left his life in hexadecimal and learned the universe is terse.
He typed his PIN into a chat that promised 10x grace,
Now his wallet’s ghosting him and moderators ghost the place.
“Decentralized” becomes a brand; "trustless" becomes a dress —
Wear it when you’re winning; change it when the bubble press.
Smart contracts, dumb outcomes — logic brittle, wrap it neat,
Rely on public keys to hold a private person’s seat.
They gamify the greed with badges, tiers, and leaderboards,
Reward the loudest signal with a siren’s gilded chords.
Incentives misaligned — the architecture’s a show,
And people build alt-alt altars to an altar they don’t know.

[Chorus]
They sell futures in the air (air), mint faith from thin veneer (veer),
Swap trust for glossy logos, then auction off the cheer.
It’s ledger logic, ledger loquacious — loud but light as dust,
You put your faith into the chain and watch your balance rust.

[Bridge (spoken, overlapping internal rhyme)]
Whitepaper abstracts with an abstract’s abstract;
Economies of scarcity scripted on a stack.
"Immutable" printed in a font that’s easily revised —
Patch notes come in midnight drops; governance is privatized.
(aside) — there’s irony in "peer-to-peer" when peers are paid to cheer.

[Verse 3]
Check the audit trails of hype: reruns of the same fraud play,
Influencers hawk a token like a talisman for payday.
The math is cold and honest, but the humans ante myths,
Counting conjured zeros like confetti after pacts with slick PR smiths.
Block by block, the ledger grows; so does the list of who’s been sold —
Promises compress to packets, packets to a ledger cold.
If wealth is knowledge, then this market taught us how to lose,
It made speculation an art and pawned the ethics for the views.
I’d rather fix a broken router than fetishize a ledger’s gloss,
Teach kids how to read the code, not worship glittering dross.

[Final Chorus (variation)]
They sell futures in the air (air), mint faith from thin veneer (veer),
Trade commons for a ticker tape and call the noise a career.
Call it progress, call it future — call the circus what it is: a gust
Of flash and flashcoins filtering through the sieve of trust.

[Outro (soft, wry)]
So keep your seed-phrase safe if you must, and keep your movies paused,
But I’ll put my chips on repair and tools, not transient applause.
(boot message) — ledger logged: lesson saved. Restart humanity?

Ledger Lament

[Verse 1]  
I'm the pixel-pushing prophet in my basement bunker deep,  
Scrolling feeds of fallout while the normies catch their sleep.  
Logged in since the ballot drop, watched the servers glitch and crash,  
Now we're beta-testing dystopia, hope the patch ain't trash.  
Second spawn of chaos king, crowned in twenty-twenty-five,  
Tweets like cheat codes warping worlds, keeping cronies all alive.  
Banned the bots that fact-check fools, let the echo chambers thrive,  
While the climate sim's on nightmare mode, ice caps barely survive.  
I'm grinding levels in resistance, VPN my shield spell,  
Dodging drones that scan for dissent, straight out of Orwell's hell.  
He nerfed the net neutrality, now the lag's elite-only,  
Pay-to-play for bandwidth bursts, rest of us get dial-up slowly.  
Crypto crashed like Metroid glitches, tariffs tanked the tech trade,  
Silicon Valley's exodus, ghost towns where the dreams decayed.  
I'm hoarding ROMs of old republics, emulating freedoms lost,  
While his firewall of falsehoods racks up exponential cost.  

[Chorus]  
Reload the save, but it's corrupted now,  
Orange overlord's sequel, wipe that smug-ass brow.  
Nerds unite in the underground, code the counter-hack,  
'Cause this admin's endgame's got us all on the attack.  
Fast-forward failure, debug the regime,  
Pixel warriors rising, shatter the machine.  
From the console to the streets, we're the glitch in the grid,  
Second term's a boss fight—yo, we flip the script!  

[Verse 2]  
Firewall the facts, let the deepfakes flood the stream,  
AI overlords scripting lies like a fever dream.  
He buffed the border bots, laser grids and drone patrols,  
While refugees glitch through the code, dodging data holes.  
Economy on permadeath, stocks in freefall dive,  
Billionaire buffs stacking high, rest of us barely alive.  
I'm modding manifestos in my MUD client lair,  
Hacking holograms of hope through the polluted air.  
Space force farce, satellites spying on the vote,  
Quantum qubits cracking codes, leaving privacy remote.  
He patched the planet's ozone hole with denial.exe,  
Now the servers overheat, apocalypse in beta test.  
I'm the rogue hacker hero, scripting satire scripts,  
Dropping data bombs on despots, watch the empire flip.  
From Comic-Con to Capitol, the uprising's online,  
Nerdcore rebellion, rewrite the storyline.  

[Chorus]  
Reload the save, but it's corrupted now,  
Orange overlord's sequel, wipe that smug-ass brow.  
Nerds unite in the underground, code the counter-hack,  
'Cause this admin's endgame's got us all on the attack.  
Fast-forward failure, debug the regime,  
Pixel warriors rising, shatter the machine.  
From the console to the streets, we're the glitch in the grid,  
Second term's a boss fight—yo, we flip the script!  

[Verse 3]  
Final level frenzy, he's rage-quitting on the throne,  
Summoning summoners of storms, leaving truth overthrown.  
I'm farming fury fragments, crafting memes like artifacts,  
Viral spells to virally expose the hidden pacts.  
He sold the spectrum to the corps, now ads in every byte,  
Privacy's a premium DLC, pay up or lose the fight.  
I'm the glitch in the matrix, Neo with a nerd twist,  
Dodging digital dictators, fist-bump the resistance list.  
Health packs for the hackers, shields for the sci-fi scribes,  
We'll reboot the republic, override the bribes.  
From Atari to apocalypse, we've seen this plot before,  
Power-up the people, crash the overlord's core.  
Nerdlife eternal, we outlast the crash,  
Second term's a speedrun—watch it burn in a flash!  

[Outro]  
Game over, reload? Nah, we hit delete.  
Nerds rising up, overlord's defeat.  
From the code to the chaos, we own the endgame,  
Pixel by pixel, reclaim the frame.

Orange Overlord Reloaded

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Patch Notes: Term Two

I do experimental nerdcore with lyrics and music openly generated by A.I.

Ledger Lament

MC A.I.

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