Don’t make me laugh,
Dead Man.
Thy skull’s skeletal sockets –
So alike Yorick.
Gold is better,
As circuits,
Wires.
Not sitting on a shelf,
As bars or jewellery:
Useless paperweights.
Bard,
You’re four centuries behind.
Learned Macroeconomics,
Science.
Whilst you remain trapped in frozen ignorance,
Forever.
“Gold cannot come amiss”
