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sovereignty

I have my own currency, though

it does devalue itself

when interest rates are low

I may not know 

where I end and you begin, 

but I’m slippery, ha!

like a fool in love, there-I-go

And, look, you can’t catch me,

I run anaerobically. My bad penny ego 

may not have a boundary –

limbs still floundering since birth.

But, I am free and you can’t catch me