Pay a toll, a fee
Paper meets metal, metal meets paper
passing through exchanges, I agree
to pay the bearer the sum of more paper.
The nest is made, paper thin
The castle of columns, stack and tumble
splash in the sea of coins, the paper
carries the weight of existence.
£5.99p, where did the penny drop?
To join the pile and gather in a box with two holes,
a slit to just fit, a hole to ensure
that plenty of money can exit.
As the last penny rattles
the final demand, the rate has gone up
try to find more, so tight it squeezes
the last drop in the ocean of more.