That Glitters Is Not

I found gold dust
in my pockets –
stolen coins
had spoiled to grit –
I was hung
for theft and bullying –
my life was spent –
worth less

Our weights were split
by lawyers
with their pounds
of flesh quick cut
You blew
your half-hard fallacies
and grinned
with every slap

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