Loving
stacking
coins
up to
the sky
is evil’s
very
root.
Piling
more
and
more
of them
until
they
reach
the
clouds
makes
speaking
and
hearing
mere
babble.
Kings
and
queens
sit
atop
these
silver,
nickel
towers
thinking
that
they’ll
never
get
knocked
off
their
perches,
but
they’re
oh, so
utterly
wrong.
Hills
of metal
rubble will replace
their castles of Mammon.