NOTHING

NOTHING

was reading some
satire written
by a libertine scoundrel

wishing he were not that
thing which to his cost
“I already am”

and him
a peer of the realm
reducing himself to poverty

got me thinking
how little they are
of value
   these supposedly
great poems, some
worth absolutely
nothing

totally unable to function
as currency providing
any type
of meaningful exchange

how crazy
it would be
to take
it as foundation

when
   multi trillion dollar debt
offset by
control of
all monetary exchange

would
   do the trick as
indeed it has
done for decade
after decade

stuttering, wobbling,
tottering

losing all
headway quite suddenly

a denouement
                 of such insane
proportions on
the cards

poetic justice I would say