Mines Midwestern boys who once upon a time Might have mined copper ore now mine bitcoin. A tossup to say which is worse for us, Though bitcoins can’t be flipped like pennies can, Nor pin down the eyelids of the dead. No matter what it’s made of, money Heats up the earth. The water diverted To cool down the servers long ago gave up Caring whether it runs through canyons Or coils, like a court messenger who No longer wonders whether the letter He carries is about love or beheading. Meanwhile the boys with glacial-blue eyes Assuage their guilt by giving tithes To Greenpeace and Wifi to tribes Who still pierce their septums With slivers of bone and ketamine To girls so beautiful you have to Look away.
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Mines Midwestern boys who once upon a time Might have mined copper ore now mine bitcoin. A tossup to say which is worse for us, Though bitcoins can’t be flipped like pennies can, Nor pin down the eyelids of the dead. No matter what it’s made of, money Heats up the earth. The water diverted To cool down the servers long ago gave up Caring whether it runs through canyons Or coils, like a court messenger who No longer wonders whether the letter He carries is about love or beheading. Meanwhile the boys with glacial-blue eyes Assuage their guilt by giving tithes To Greenpeace and Wifi to tribes Who still pierce their septums With slivers of bone and ketamine To girls so beautiful you have to Look away.