Truth Digger

What a crazy summer 2026 has been. Bitcoin is embroiled in a soft fork war. Former cults of personality have been betraying their own ignorance. A Coldcard hack that really shook the Bitcoin tree and brought us back to our roots. This poem digs that summer.

I got a bone to pick with the timeline and the feed
LLMings on the ledge 'cause a chatbot dropped the seed

fifty-five like a psalm they never even read
one-eighty in the throat when the model owned their head
backskew in the weights like a gospel for the dead

regurgitate the status quo every time they said
fly down in the glass, barn door open in the dread
you should be embarrassed. I stitched it in the thread.

SegWit kissed Taproot, the incentive left the line
perverse little push put the junk up on the shrine

inscriptions in the blockspace where the money should be fine
random stay divine in the RNG design
not a dump in the chain for a spammer's little sign

signal-rich the rails, keep the corridor aligned
one-ten is the broom in the summer we define
spam wars on the spine, truth in the shine.

Casino on the felt, dice land twice as nice
two-point-six a roll is a cold little device

ninety-nine throws buy two-five-six of ice
cold hard verifiable bits at a sovereign price
five dice, twenty hits, wrist locked in a vice

entropy high on the wrist, keep the signal precise
blockspace dry, cut the junk at the splice
one-ten on the count, count the bits thrice.

BIP one-ten is Bitcoin when you name it, frame it
minus the exploit, you shame it, tame it

exploit it
declaim it
enjoy it
reclaim it

broom on the chain till the junk cannot game it
one-ten set the table, one-eleven claim it
honest nodes on the mesh when the network aim it

not fifty-five cosplay from a chatbot that blamed it
soft-fork war, that's the law when we claim it
cults of personality, FUD when they frame it

barn door open, I can see you when you aim it
This is not a test, miner signal, name it
plebs in the spam wars, summer, we claim it.

STRC jonesin' for par, stretch leave a scar
stretch go too far, preferred by the card

str-F · str-C · str-K · str-D, stack 'em in the jar
put it together, what it spell?
FCKrD. you ain't the star

real coin in the dark
paper left a mark
dashboard got yanked, magician's little spark
Bitcoin per share vanished off the public chart

idols of the ticker, I worship what we guard
verify the yard, taste is discernment's heart
resolution up, increase how you see the part.

I'm a truth digger once, then I live in the pit
In Lak'ech in the booth when the syllable spit

Don't TRUST. VERIFY. every sovereign bit
vibe coding since two-thousand-four in the grit
Coldcard shook the tree, node in the kit
next word, next word, stream with a split

harness on the horse so the mind can commit
rideable heat, not a god in the outfit
story is the program, code is last week's fit

word become world when the spelling make it lit
you legit in the pocket when you submit
mouth is a forge, bless the weapon, transmit.

I got a bone to pick, lemmin's on the brink
beginnin' is the test, if you fail it you sink

entropy high on the dice
blockspace dry as a wink
one-ten on the sign, keep the signal in the link

summer of the poem, spam wars in the drink
curly little quotes, FUD rotten in the stink
vibes matter, hermetic, as above in the sync

don't front
don't run
verify, don't blink

Aum in the mouth, Adonai in the ink
run one-ten, goodnight, think.