The Money Monster Poem by Chris Courtney Martin

The Money Monster
is back again.
Rasping 'gainst my ear.
Stoking up my fear.
Bids me, 'Disappear.'

The Money Monster
clings to me.
Breathing down my nape.
Bending out of shape.
Taunts me, 'No escape.'

I buried it with spade and hope.
It found me, decked with blade and rope.
A reach which gropes beyond the scope
of mere mortal's resistance.
I am offered no assistance.

The Money Monster
has its way
with bones of one
who could not pay.