FILTHY LUCRE

               


        All I have mined and melted,
            minted, stored
                I offered you    
                    and yet I can't compete.
        Does my attention
            leave you cold and bored?
                My heart's locked coffer's key
                    lies at your feet.
        I've seen him with you
            callous if not cruel
                and yet you're thrilled,
                    no matter what I say.
        (Had he a brain
            he play you for the fool)
                He dumps his problems,
                    then goes on his way.
        I wonder
            if you'll ever change your mind.
        Today I wonder
            more about your taste (and mine!)
        I wonder
            when and how you'll find out
                what an a*s he is.
                    (Am I unkind, my love?)
        I wonder why
            and with such haste
                you gaily shovel up
                    his stinking waste.