Cheeky me, tried to get in at .23,

So now I will have to up the fee,

First thing in the morning at .25,

Whilst ignoring “paid” and all his jive.

Can you feel the excitement in the air

With barely an ounce of gold to spare

And all the world’s silver that’s just not there?

Save for the “Falcon’s” hidden lair.

“Buy my paper” the fool retorts,

“Fall for my lies and naked shorts”!

“Smother the world with I.O.U’s,

And tell them that gold is just horse shoes”.

All is perception and useless spin,

Levered by guile and all nature of sin.

For the truth is not that easily freed,

When faced by the snarling fangs of greed.

Got gold? Got silver? Got SFMI?