A Poem - Domination by Numbers

I have more fiat than you
So you are my slave
I am your master
If you don't do what I say
You starve
Go to Prison
And or die
It's the slaves and masters' game
A sine mission
Play until you die
Just a game
All in good fun
Smile at the street sleepers
The penultimate losers
To make you feel good
About your slightly higher slave station
Be proud to be a slave
To know your position
To know YOUR place
To be glad you are not a master
Just as the masters are glad they are not the slaves
A brave new world
Artificial scarcity
Scaring you to play
Fake systems
Not backed by mathematics
And only the chosen masters can print
For a slave it is called counterfeiting
For the masters it is called QE
Enjoying the slaves austerity
Domination by numbers
Despite their large amount of imaginary numbers
They have one skull
Two eyes
One mouth
One hammer to the face is all it takes
Domination by numbers