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Ode to Satoshi Nakamoto by Coretechs


Ode to Satoshi Nakamoto

In the year of the bailouts, 2008,

The bankers were printing more debt for the state

The dollar grew weaker, the big picture clear

As they fed the hangover more Keynesian beer

World leaders debated, directing the blame

But with no real solutions, just more of the same

Regulation, mark-to-market, housing costs for the poor

Or maybe just our pure desire for more

Who’s to blame, is this caused by desire for wealth?

When perhaps the real problem is money itself!

The idea isn’t new, maybe everything’s tanking

‘Cause society is built on fractional reserve banking

And so called “investment” and attempted control

May soon spiral fiat into a death roll

As elected officials looked dumber and dumber

Others started to put their faith into numbers…

On one cold winter day, a crypto-genius arrived

With some rock solid code, picked up by the hive

Audited and improved, then released to the wild

Bitcoin had been born, Satoshi’s brain-child

One day bankers and fascists may look back with scorn

On the day when the genesis block was born

Like a clock set in motion, with springs that are wound

By the hackers who joined, mining blocks to be found

Securing transactions of those who believe

That middle-men shouldn’t be there to receive

More than a small fee to perform a transaction

Or invade privacy of those taking the action

This idea is fantastic and easy to spread

Through incentives devised in the crypto-man’s head

The ball started rolling, but Satoshi grew quiet

Soon thereafter began the first speculative riot

Had he lost faith, become scared, or retired?

Maybe he was a banker himself but got fired?

AI from the future or a corporate plot?

Or was “he” a “them”, or had he been shot?

The answers to these, may never be known

So we’ll make it a feast, so that you can be shown

How thankful we are for what you have built

As we sew our transactions on this open-source quilt

And we hope that you’re lurking, with smile and a glow

As your world-changing software continues to grow

If you need some advice on this day, what to do?

Please dump some some of your coins, I have buy orders at $2

2015-02-07T01:07:37+00:00February 7th, 2015|Bitcoin, Poetry & Prose, Satoshi Nakamoto|

Bitcoin Poem by Jessica Einhorn


A bit of coin becomes a mirror cracked

By love of fame or greed or complex math

It is a puzzle why some care so much

For crypto cash not euro, yen, or pounds

They say that money talks or maybe whispers

I stand outside that chatting class of hipsters


Who knew a piggy bank imprisoned more

Than just my hopes for burgers and some slaw

I learn that it is fiat that I hold

A central bank in charge of all I buy

The legal tender issued by a state

How déclassé and even reprobate


Alternatives appear in digital

A universe of block chains built upon

An algorithm so complex to solve

You need a private key and public too

A miner will create your currency

A wallet now allows a shopping spree


These coins are not so easily exchanged

As carefree shows a different face which scowls

And Mt.Gox loses virtue and reward

Eight hundred thousand coins and more are gone

So bankruptcy without a bank we learn

Brings tears but no insurance in return


Each day the mounting mystery accretes

When Mister Nakamoto wants his lunch

A high-speed chase in movieland L.A.

Brings drama or perhaps its comedy

A pseudonym’s disguise to be resolved

Satoshi’s fate may Dorian absolve


Next reparations are proposed online

Munificence crowd sourced for damage done

Betrayal trounced with generosity

A white flag waves for anonymity

Or is it just publicity for free?

The scent of scam now overpowers me


The mirror‘s crack reflects my countenance

A smile across my face as I discern

Those bits of coins are not the prize at all

The payments system is the lasting gift

Ignored because we need some time to sift

The chaff of coins from platforms that will lift


Who said necessity is mother’s womb

Invention it turns out is born of whim


by Jessica Einhorn

2014-12-27T02:17:32+00:00December 27th, 2014|Bitcoin, Poetry & Prose|