An Ode de l’Provocateur du Bitcoin

Out of the ashes emerged a snarling rodent named Max Punk.

Open conflict, the Whales defeating the Bored-Apes, the manifesto of the social stratum.

Bitcoin Leaders Sent to Jail, Then Freed by Massive Waves of Strikes.

HODLs are fighting in the streets, power outages, three day work weeks, Maxis fighting for Hashrates, governments toppled, central banks crying.

The powerless banksters.

Orange-Pilled Class – Loud, Stackable and Toxic.

L’ Provocateur can’t stand sh%#tcoins.

Max Punk smells of victory not FOMO.

An orange sky at night crosses fiat seas to El Salvador dreams, not NFT nightmares.

A Bukele ami très explosive.

Promoting Bitcoin through absurd and provocative actions,

a means of producing monetary change.

“Workers” proof never hits.

God will not save the dollar, the regime.

Fiat makes you a fool, a potential Elon bomb.

L’ Provocateur can’t stand sh%#tcoins.

Max Punk smells of victory not FOMO.

An orange sky at night crosses fiat seas to El Salvador dreams, not NFT nightmares.

A Bukele ami très explosive.

Orange shoes and clothes just mock volcanoes.

Consumer village, not FUD.

And there is no future except with Bitcoin.

…In your Laser dream eyes!

This is a guest post by Enza Coin. The opinions expressed are entirely our own and do not necessarily reflect those of BTC Inc or Bitcoin Magazine.