Please note: This is POETRY. All characters are (mostly) imaginary and any relation to real life is (totally) a coincidence. This is (definitely) not financial advice and is presented purely for (utterly unnecessary) entertainment purposes. As always, do your own research because:

Greed is rampant and all the kids are skinny, fat cats in towers, and outside the grocery store parking lot addicts gather on the sidewalk. A place where hunger is a state of mind because no next meal is certain and the towers that might overlook these gatherings are so far off as to be invisible yet ever-present; the life blood of this country funneling up or downwards through needles into veins that can never be satisfied. Send Bitcoin.

/endpoetry

Just kidding…if you like the writing, send BAT instead:

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