Sitting at a crypto-counter counting cryptos one by one
Rising up to multi-millions, hear the tales of once upon
In these times of digi-dollar, techno wallets, pseudo pounds
See the wealth of dodgy doings, judas coins are passed around.
Tice delights in mocking tones the contributions laced with filth
Him who took the emperors pardon funding compost for the tilth
Matched by him who lives in Thailand, made his fortune selling fuel
Nothing needed in returning, quid pro non the spanners tool.
If you listen to the telling, simple reasons – level fields
Something strange within the smelling, waiting for what time reveals.
In the balance waits the power, shifting where the money lands
Democracy in darkened hours, motivations underhand.
Bloated donors offer bonuses to them who doff their cap
On returning, favours earning more than just a thank you clap
Trading horses in the open, money circling back and forth
Somehow legal, laws unbroken, keep your eyes on what comes forth.
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