Non si sevizia Scrooge McDuck

And so .6356 hours expire
In the sudden peeling back

Of plastic such that
There is for one instant

A coverless shrug of air
In the shape of a laugh's hoarding

A thing that floats in a pool
Is a Thing
That approximates a thing that

Swims in a pool of cash
And shares only

As dry veins do
Laid out in a square

It goes up like a light
Puffed up and gumming around

It goes out
It is not to be a foundry

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