There once was a city
its shape was sphere
its name was earth
its axis clear
Adorned as home
by some and sundry
others roamed
a place called country
Border hands and hoarder mice
borrowed paces from a map
shorted lands, gorged on dice
sorrow chased the starless saps
From their houses to the ends
for the means of making stay
rigging loot that never bends
where the compound interests prey
Roman Ryan 