(another “Piece of Eight” poem, follow the category for others, or comment for the spoiler)
You think you buy my loyalty,
concealing force, ‘course knowing well
how I feel theft and bring the hell
against your stealing coward grin?
Embarrassing … see your chagrin!
You’re taxing lives by teasing gifts,
your ring of pow’r devoutly sifts
the gold from blood and binds the free.