Our pittance to speak
Thoughtful quips,
Rewards us with flattery.
Our pittance to play
Salacious jigs,
Salivates the brasserie.
We ask a pittance to live,
And the piety of the pious
Springs the latch on the door.
So our handfires kindle
A piety without.
A reverence for the forgotten lore
That you are me and she is he.
And our quips and jigs
Are a mindful prelude
To more precious ore.