sats on the balance sheet

so there sat the sats
on the balance sheet, intact
we knew for a fact
no one had used them
for any act or service rendered
the fiat tendered has burnt up
the private keys born and then shut up in a vault
while the fed cried tears of salt
frozen into submission by the bitcoin mission
of dethroning the banks
without giving any thanks
to the cypherpunks' vision and the parallel system
of trade amongst each other
with notes made of numbers
the power of thunder
that no one could stop
or copy on a thumbdrive like some ai slop
but alas the dream was dropped
so we could climb rockets to the top
a tower of babel, green and red blocks
the mempool a canvas for some new token fools
but at least we could wrap the funds up
and spend the franklins
pay for strippers dancing
blind to the price paid of sovereignty unmade
privacy unwon
and freedom undone