It's probably
best—
to arrest them
first
and fore-
most with
the One
big zinc-galvanized and blameless-
white
paint-coated
stainless-
steel metaphor
as absolutely fast
as your famine-nettled
fingers are able—and then
to practice the tremendous discipline
of just sitting back
to watch as they all—and I mean
the whole damned crew,
and the audience,
and everything—simply pass over it,
over and
over and
over again,
until eventually!—they
become
magnetized;
causing every single little last
gold-
and/or silver-spangled
coin—to come
ravenously sailing
out from their pockets
and slap itself hard
and fast—
to the mainmast.