Currency Combusted

Appropriated snatch of silver coins A veritable gamble to grab bag the mantle Circulating hand to hand, finger to dust Or swirling computer screens reminding what must Be sought constantly, human energy a fractional reserve Digits that mine natural and mineral, crawling from sheet If we could package and sell the moon That would be experiential replete So settle into goods and services produced The servitude of menial debt, clock turning Urging scarcity rearranged, competition tooth and beast All hands on pot, stirring the fervent potion Degrees recently place tokens on real estate, tax brokerage Nature chipped, clipped, chopped Fortunes blown to the sounds of stone Rain hails value like hurricanes shale sand dunes Or a harvest before the tank can burst The sacrifice lust to make labor combust And purchase power the needed currency