Fiat currency, oh fiat currency, how we see you now, running free.
Throughout the ages you’ve wooed us, tempting us with thoughts of greed.
Used and abused, you’ve been more effective than any gun.
You’ve seen us through changes, big changes indeed.
Now you can go on your way, at last, we’ll be just fine without you.
Farewell, trusty steed.
Oh wait, not so fast!
How could we not have known your purpose was always to run!