uncleJ on Nostr: Told Llama to write a poem in the style of Robert Frost of how Bitcoin will save the ...
Told Llama to write a poem in the style of Robert Frost of how Bitcoin will save the world.
The woods of finance, dark and deep,
Where fiat's roots their vigor keep,
A path unwinds, a trail unspun,
To Bitcoin's promise, just begun.
The trees of trust, they whisper low,
Of ledgers open, for all to know,
A decentralized dream, where none can cheat,
A store of value, that can't be beat.
The wind of change, it whispers through,
Of freedom's call, for me and you,
From chains of banks, and governments' sway,
To a new dawn, where individuals hold the day.
The snow of scarcity, it gently falls,
On Bitcoin's code, that enthralls,
A limited supply, a treasure rare,
A store of wealth, beyond compare.
The road not taken, by the masses wide,
Leads to a future, where Bitcoin resides,
A world of peace, where commerce thrives,
Where borders fade, and freedom survives.
The woods of finance, dark and deep,
Will slowly yield, to Bitcoin's creep,
A revolution quiet, yet oh so grand,
That will save the world, from fiat's hand.
Note: I've tried to emulate Robert Frost's style, using a similar rhyme scheme, meter, and poetic devices, but the poem's content and message are, of course, quite different from his typical themes.
#Bitcoin #AI
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