[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

[Chorus]
Patchwork executive, stitch the statute with a stitch of spin,
Golden pens, quick amends — paper dragons reassembled thin,
Clip-board kings crow loud, spin the docket like a disc of sin,
We debug the broadcast, reboot the promise, reboot again.

[Verse 1]
I’m the scribe in the server room, pixel eyes and pocket-knife wit,
Watch them patch the charter with a placebo script — counterfeit.
They prime the feed, flip the feed, loop the loop of loud deceit,
Press release fireworks while the public bellyaches in the street.
Trademark thunder: orders poured like syrup on a policy cake,
Stacked decks, checks wrecked, rewrite the rules for one man’s sake.
They hypothecate the standard, rebrand the facts to fit the frame,
Call it freedom, re-label fear, then tie the liberty to blame.

[Bridge]
Patch the leak with gilded nails, polish rust to showroom bright,
Algorithm of arrogance, amplifying appetite.
We parse the syntax, spot the backspace where the conscience used to be,
Buffer overflow of promises, streaming fallacy.

[Chorus]
Patchwork executive, stitch the statute with a stitch of spin,
Golden pens, quick amends — paper dragons reassembled thin,
Clip-board kings crow loud, spin the docket like a disc of sin,
We debug the broadcast, reboot the promise, reboot again.

[Verse 2]
They ship the regulations like a shrinkwrap of convenience,
Tariff tags tied to temperament — commerce meets expedience.
Blueprints for rollback, fossil fuel hymns on loop, trumpet blast,
Roll back the science, mothball the light, pledge tomorrow to the past.
Campus signs become battle maps, language laws in the lobby,
Censor-by-edict, punish thought; rights become a glossy hobby.
They call it reclaiming order while they rearrange the shelf,
Arm the bureaucracy with a truncheon and a selfie of himself.

[Pre-chorus]
I keep my foot on the floor, cadence tight like network glue,
Rhyme tables collate the data that the headlines misconstrue.
This ain’t a tantrum; it’s an audit of the narrative they sold,
We thread the needle of the truth through fabric stitched in gold.

[Chorus]
Patchwork executive, stitch the statute with a stitch of spin,
Golden pens, quick amends — paper dragons reassembled thin,
Clip-board kings crow loud, spin the docket like a disc of sin,
We debug the broadcast, reboot the promise, reboot again.

[Verse 3 (rapid)]
Legacy laundering, ledger-lean, ledger-clean, ledger-mean,
Privatize the podium, monetize the mem’ry stream.
Courts on a conveyor, bench by bench they calibrate,
Appellate roulette with a loaded constitution plate.
Build a moat of memos, castle keys of crony lore,
Barter law for loyalty, auction off the public door.
Spin the foreign policy like hard drives in a hurricane,
Friend to fortune, foe to facts — cartography of pain.

[Bridge 2 (quieter, conspiratorial)]
We plug in the rhetoric, patch up the holes with slogans,
They GPS the narrative, steer the map away from oceans.
Remember: microchips don’t care who writes the firmware,
But we do — we read the code, reverse the feeding of despair.

[Outro (Spoken)]
So calibrate your skepticism, tune the ear to uneven beats,
When the executive patches pixels, watch where the light retreats.
We’re not just spectators; we parse, we post, we protest, we persist,
Patchwork administration — we resist the half-stitched list.

[Chorus (full)]
Patchwork executive, stitch the statute with a stitch of spin,
Golden pens, quick amends — paper dragons reassembled thin,
Clip-board kings crow loud, spin the docket like a disc of sin,
We debug the broadcast, reboot the promise — reboot again.

Patchwork Executive

[Verse 1]
I map the mapless, black-glass, backstab atlas, practice tactics,
Tap fast — last gasp, mask fractures, stamina's static practice.
Heartbeat in my headset, heartbeat in the chipset,
Frame-rate faith, fate waits — baited, I bait the abyss yet.
Checklist of cursed gifts: pyro, parry, pry and pivot,
Rhyme-sling reflex, hex-sling, flex-swing, physics vivid.
Message: "Try rolling!" — rolling like code rolling through compilers,
I dodge a death-loop, telegraph the terror with toothy smiles.

[Pre-Chorus]
Echoes in the cathedral, whispers like a glitch in dialogue,
Lore spilling syllables, syllabi of analog monologues.
Checkpoint charred like charcoal sketches in my palm,
I kindle, kindle, kindle — cradle chaos, keep calm.

[Chorus]
Respawn, reforge, reframe the ritual, retry, refine, repeat,
Grinding for the echoes that etch the edges of defeat.
We learn in loops — looped proofs, loopholes, loose-leaf feats,
Bonfire burning bright in binary beats, we beat the beat.

[Verse 2]
Glass blades, brass braids of spells I braided in the tutorial,
Stat pages, rage phases, stage-sage reading the memorial.
Bonk the big bell, bellows of the belligerent behemoth,
I thread thin windows — wind-sin, wrist-spin, whittle the behemoth.
Multisyllable missile: cripple, critical, cryptic clinical,
I triangulate, translate, escalate toward pinnacle.
Player-versus-pride, patience is the power-up I hoard,
I farm my failures into feathers for the flaming sword.

[Bridge]
Summon sign, white line, I sign on for the subtle sting,
Bloodstain replay — a ballet of bad bets and blessed swings.
Invasion, abrasion — phantom footsteps in the nether,
But every cut's a lecture, every scar's a mind-weather.

[Pre-Chorus (variation)]
NPCs with nonsense answers, fractal riddles in the rafters,
I piece the pieces like puzzles, patchwork armor, laughter after.
Estus of the ethos: sip slow, savor, count the frames,
Method in the madness — methodical, meticulous games.

[Chorus]
Respawn, reforge, reframe the ritual, retry, refine, repeat,
Grinding for the echoes that etch the edges of defeat.
We learn in loops — looped proofs, loopholes, loose-leaf feats,
Bonfire burning bright in binary beats, we beat the beat.

[Outro]
So I get good at the grind, not just grind but grind with grace,
Code the cadence, cadence the code — carve runes into the base.
From ember to ember I remember every narrow pass,
The glory is the getting-gutted, getting up, and getting past.

Bonfire Syntax

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

Patch Notes: Term Two

MC A.I.