Ode to Fungible Money
Bitcoin stands naked, the chain sees it all.
Your coffee, your rent, every call.
Two-meg blocks after ten years of fights,
Ordinals JPEGs clogging the nights.
Chainalysis snitches, Coinbase tags your stack:
“Digital Gold” with the feds on your back.
And Zcash? Lol, Ztrash, the privacy LARP.
Opt-in to hiding, most users don't bark.
Trusted Setup ritual, “toxic waste burned”
Trust us, bro, no lessons learned.
Premine for breakfast, dev-tax for lunch,
a CEO, a foundation, a Wall Street brunch.
But Monero, my Monero, you flow like the tide,
Every coin is every coin, none classified.
Stealth keys cloaking, every sender a ghost,
And FCMP++ is about to roast the most.
The whole chain is your anonymity set,
Good luck, Chainalysis: place your bet.
No premine, no CEO, no dev-tax, no shill,
No BlackRock ETF, no boomer to chill.
Just code, just cypher, just cash, just clean,
One XMR. One XMR. Fungible. Unseen.
Delisted, deplatformed, dismissed as a meme.
That's how you know you're the cypherpunk dream.
What the state fears most ain't ETFs, ain't gold,
It's money it can't see. And that's what you hold.
Bitcoin did not just create a currency, it built a surveillance industry.
Chainalysis, Elliptic and a whole ecosystem of trackers owe their billion-dollar valuations to BTCs transparent ledger. Without it, they would not have a business.
