“Enough! Enough! That’s the last straw!
Oh, I wish there was some kind of law
against blowhards going door to door to door
until you can’t escape them anymore.
Knock on wood, he won’t bother my brother,
so I’ll crash there, at one or the other.”
“The gold exchange has never been worse
than depreciation by surplus, that inflationary curse
which robs purchasing power from the most kingly purse
and starves a belly while his bank is ready to burst.”
“A teacher in a sleepy town
fleeing from an orange frown.”