She re-lied
Over
And over
Up on safety in numbers
A calculating codeness
Betraying her art
Sow low and be holed
In common denominations
A loan in security
As helled together
Buy fences
And dam banks
A laundering cache
Never coming clean
Wile every thing stat
Like awe get out
Eating it up
And getting
As goaled in goose eggs
Nothing
Fast
As pâté time
Is soon over
This poem addresses a familiar theme in my poetry: the hollowness of chasing money in the vain quest for security. 
The signature puns in this poem — “goaled in goose eggs” and “pâté time” — serve as a bit of a screening mechanism to cull out those familiar with high society. Many might recognize the golden goose reference from the fairy tale, as well as goose eggs signifying zero or zeroes. Fewer will know what pâté is, a highfalutin French food that is mixture of cooked ground meat and fat minced into a spreadable paste. Even fewer will know that goose liver is used in an even more highfalutin version of such swanky sustenance. I suspect that awe will eventually know that none of this matters. As Shakespeare so aptly noted, “All is vanity.” Certainly, life doesn’t add up. Though, life does seem better lived looking up. May we find the value of life in such presents.
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