[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'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

Lyrics were too long to paste here, so:
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Patch Notes: Term Two

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

Proof-of-Waste

MC A.I.

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