To bank one’s cash, or not to bank one’s cash:
That is the question. Is it wise to trust
To greedy knaves the keeping of one’s stash
Or keep it under locks to gather dust?
In either case the money will be gone,
Soon stolen by a cut-purse banker’s rogue
Or swallowed as inflation marches on.
A Third Way calls. Bring barter back in vogue!
Let sense prevail. Let poets lead the way.
Let’s trade a poem for a pint today!
If working men, all penniless, would trade
The means for life with goods that each has made
Then will the woes of Man be seen to halve
As bankers, with no goods to trade, all starve
And parasitic politicians fare
Less well once forced to eat their own hot air.
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