The Plebian Voice

An ignorant man in terms of money,

I toiled, I struggled, I failed.

I understood nought how evil inflation,

Did kept me fiscally jailed.

Blind to this, as the decades passed, 

The headwinds of inflation, 

Kept me down, chasing my tail, 

So not rising above my station.

The Plebian Voice, now oiled by Sats, 

One Hundred Million per coin.

Does rise above the mainstream din, 

A Siren, calling Plebs, to Join.

Be careful, friend, they like this not, 

Them that live off others.

They’ll crush us if they get the chance, 

We must work together, My Brothers.