These Fiscal Cousins
Quarters
Some say farthings
But what do they know of love?
And why do they rust?
Tanners
Coins of leather
But why do they run and hide?
And who do they trust?
Florins
So soon fading
Head, tail, root and leaf
For whom do they lust?
guineas
Coasting to fortune
Who do they truly serve?
For whom turn to dust?
Ah, did we but know all this, then we
To live a life of piracy
Might turn our tillers, till the sea
Reward us with a monstrous fee
And gild our lives with ghoulish glee.
Coinage
Chinking in purses
Nothing but shrapnel shards
Without it I'm bust
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG, Bop. |
Poem finished: | 22nd January 1999. |