Honey Money Loves (2000) by Colette Inez

Their rowdy mouths eating her gelt,
wampum, mazuma, cowries and cash,
long green, debentures, clinkers and wads.

Bloodsucking teeth in the smiles of her callers
tipping sombreros, serapes and pails
to scoop up the moola.

Peeling it off her back like adhesive,
bloated with loot they crawl down the slope
of her mountainous jack.

Mercurial eyes deep in the field
blazing like greed in the murderous green
of the money.

She'd strafe them down with counterfeit
but hoards her pain to stay alive
the rage,

and studs her life with gluttonous louts,
coveys of wheedlers, coaxers and oafs,
all gorging the money.