Let me tell you ‘bout a counterfeiter name of Uncle Sam.
He had a big white castle and a hundred thousand men.
He commanded mighty armies and decreed as he saw fit
But authority is costly and he had to pay for it.
So he summoned his advisors taught by all the finest bards
Educated in the cozy clubs that Uncle Sam had hired.
He asked them how to plunder wealth from people in his realm
Without them ever noticing, "even if we tell 'em."
Taxation is unpopular and such a pain to get.
We need a usurpation that we haven't thought of yet.
We need to bleed the people's wealth by magical decree.
A free range serf gives all he's worth so long's he thinks he's free.
For every dollar sucked by State a dollar less of things
That people need for living but a dollar more for kings.
A Roman goddess spoke right up, saying "it’s been done.
The kings of old would gather coin from all the whole kingdom
Melt them down and dilute with base metal seigniorage
Remint and stamp the new coins with the king's own godly visage."
"I think she’s onto something," a banker rose to say.
"We need not bother minting, let’s do it this a way:
We’ll hold the gold inside our vaults and print up pretty bills
And print up more than we have gold, it’s seigniorage on stilts."
There’s magic in creating money right out of thin air.
It let’s the wise and mighty rulers keep our cupboards bare
By buying up our hard-earned wealth by money made of theft.
For every weapon built by State society has less.
For every dollar made from air a dollar less of things
That people need for living but a dollar more for kings.
"But why have any gold at all," said learned Dr. K.
"We need no barbarous relic, let’s pull it off this way:
Uncle Sam can create all the money that he wants
And spend it on his crony corps and military jaunts."
"We never have to worry about running out of wealth
So long as sheeple use the bills we’re robbing them by stealth.
And by the time the curtain falls with fold too poor to plunder
We’ll all be dead, full steam ahead, waiting is a blunder."
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"Yes. it’s unsustainable," said Democratic Man.
"But our role is temporary, so we just kick the can
And by the time of reckoning when shit hits the fan
I’ll be tucked in my moated mansion, little folks be damned."
When the wealthy 1% are fed through fiat bills
You know that Uncle Sam will funnel currency through shills
As cronies use the loot and buy up land and goods and bawd
The lessor folks have that much less, it’s plundering by fraud
There’s magic in creating money right out of thin air.
It let’s the wise and mighty rulers keep our cupboards bare
By buying up our hard-earned wealth by money made of theft.
For every project paid by State society has less.
For every dollar made from air a dollar less of things
That people need for living but a dollar more for kings.
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