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