DISCLOSURE EYES
Hear ye, hear ye, ye merchants of “mine”!
We’re done with your tokens, your vapid design—
Your IOU grins, your debt-laden trinkets,
While Earth’s pantry’s locked tight by profit-smeared crickets.
The Free World’s a meme now, gone viral, unshackled—
An open-source anthem, shared, not just tacked on.
We’ll code a new lexicon, hashtag #ResourceRabble:
No landlords in cloudscapes where data’s the manna!
You peddle your “sales” in a maze of pretend,
But we’re crowdsourcing futures where yours meets its end.
“Alone”? Pah! That’s fiction spun by your bazaar—
We’re nodes in a network, no solo-guitar.
Your “buy yourself happy” is folklore, a riddle:
Can’t purchase the sunbeam, nor trade for the piddle
Of rivers that laugh as they bypass your fences.
We’ll issue in daylight, not IOUs in pretenses.
So here’s to the charter, the sly digital sleuths
Who meme through the madness and swap spoons for truths.
We’ll feast on abundance, not rationed despair—
And toast with “politically incorrect” air!
🎭
(Mic drop. Or was it a shared, recycled mic?)
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