It's vowed: ore, never!
Though gold gleams bright.
Sift, seek, sly partners,
Deep mine, a blight.
To burrow won't be my fate
In ground--no never
I'll parse substrate.

When I saw Au*
In a pile, I went fer
It, so enraptured. . .
Nonlegal tender.
I spent a lifetime
Looking for that bright shine.
It became clear:
There was none here.
I gasped.

It's vowed: ore, never!
Though gold gleams bright.
Crisp green, my darling:
Sweet fine delight.
Brow furrowed, I cogitate:
From now I'll never
Dirt-farm substrate.

Under my pillow
Is a sack with motion
Sensors; if you shove
It, a commotion.
In it, wound tightly
Are bills stuffed in nightly:
Dollars and yen. . .
Feed it again each day.

It's vowed: a lever
That's bold and bright
Will have you smarting
If steal you might,
Brow furrowed,
You reprobate,
Your crown sore, levered,
That is your fate.

It's Au, my lever
Will harm your pate.



*pronounced A-U
**pronounced "ow!"