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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
Copyright ©
Justin Debrosse
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