The Coronation Coin

faith and truth I will bear unto you

I could piss upright with the boys
carelessly spray my scent,

play hard ball,
pretend I don't care.

I could stride the boardroom
spiky with mettle,

crush with power
all hedge-fund, no flowers.

I could wed the gilded cage
screw for money,

swell with botox
pout empty air.

I could sell out,
a queen buzzing

in a sterile hive,
no honey.

I’ll toss the five shilling coin
you left me, Granda.

Heads or tails.
It’s neither.

I choose a higher crown.
 

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