The end of the penny dreadful

(because sometimes I have more bills than income)

Sculptures © A. Tallil

Sculptures © A. Tallil

Go to the king and pay your tithe
it’s wise it’s wise it’s wise it’s wise

no way around the lordship’s tills
it mills it mills it mills it mills

your groat is void and nothing but grime
without you gasping, it wanders in time
and if you do not fib or bribe
it joins the rich, but never your tribe


Go to the bank and pay your debts
it frets it frets it frets it frets

no way around those taxes’ bills
it kills it kills it kills it kills

your pennies are stocked in void and blank
without you puffing, they lose their rank
and if you do not fib or bribe
they go the rich, but never your tribe