The Banlaws
Banks... actually,
Banks AND Lawyers
Go together like
Warts and pimples.
Unimportant men at the treasury dept.
Must stare at the blight indefinitely;
Piles and piles of green stuck,
Shaped so it's hard to grip.
Banlaws should wear their money to work
Stitch it all together, into finery;
Use it as stationary
Announcing final legal/monetary merger.
Politicians...
Hell, you can smell them
Without it really ruining
Your appetite.
But bankers and lawyers
Don't come to dinner;
They arrive early in the morning
With a single knock on the door.
Mint handles on your coins;
stitch Velcro on your dollar bills.
The Banlaws produce no fruit
They are fig-less trees;
In some millennium they'll wither
Or lower interest rates.
The skies will darken
Clouds will swirl; and still
The banlaws will offer loans
Or representation at final judgment.
Who will represent them?
Who will cloth them?
When the money is gone, and
Currency is God's fiat.
Contributed by:
Jack Trammell
<jtrammel@hanover.k12.va.us>
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