When coins were invented,
as was chosen sleaze,
all the pride invested,
gave birth to such a squeeze,
this repeated noose,
humanity enjoys,
paying for the screws loose,
all the girls and boys,
cat Cecil didn’t tally,
tokens made of gore,
but tooth-puller Wally,
will always need some more,
by man’s grand design,
a note, a bill, is god,
no good deed can redefine,
the need for such a rod,
that beats upon the skins,
of the master species,
spend the cash; on all the sins,
just breathe in all the faeces,
where the living dead,
continue with their bank,
if they wonder; no soul fed?
Themselves; they need to thank!