My love is like the national debt, portraitless & dear,

yet billed as mine impolitic when begging was the Norm.

And my Colony of coins' due faces cash & carry on --

empirical crowns in this exchange my organ overdrawn.

Sue a Beggar, get a Louse; to yield yet a fresh account

or at least my love's fond fund of Interest, at any rate.

Yes my love is like the national debt; he works

for the State Department. (How I owe You, You assay:

Cash in him for blows? & on principal to whisper my

internal cashechism.)  My love, do you buy this?  O, credit me

with trust & for all that I have taxed you,

be my John, Empire me & we will prove the State

Department to mercenary bond.  Let me cash you,

sweetheart; I'll never exchange you for Another.