Make your mark
Then make them pay
For the joy
And for the peace
Of you trotting
On your way
Buoyed with cash
Of slow release
One might struggle
Protest long
Keep spinning out
An oft-tried ruse
That this moment
They are wrung
Well out of readies,
Truth, Good News.
But this just means
There’s something there
That’s worth the trouble
Every time
So do, persist
Without a care
For what was theirs
Will soon be thine
And groans, protesting
Empty purse
Aren’t like to foil
A seasoned pro
Imagination’s
Always worse
They’ll come around
Before you know
And where it seems
A stalemate stands
Increase the pressure
Of your grip
Upon their senses
Underhand
It’s no great trial
To play a trick
The argument
That less is more
Impress on them
Who’s number one
A pocket finger –
(Pen-knife-gun?!)
Will trump their greed
And you’ll have won
Katherine Shirley 