By Tarzana Joe



Speak, O Muse, inform me of this idea that’s been floated

Of our financial future—light as lead—but platinum coated

A scheme to swell the debt promoted by the best and brightest

That to the average citizen makes no sense in the slightest

Sisters of invention, boon to artists, wise and fair

Tell us how they’ll make a trillion bucks out of thin air

And how to wipe out savings from both coasts clear to Des Moines

Simply by the minting of a single platinum coin


Come, O Muse, sing clearly, leaving nothing veiled or hinted

Of how they plan to have our cash not worth the paper printed

And when their plan is criticized tell how they have defensed it

By snarky smugly smirking that there’s not a law against it

They’ll make of our finances but a pile of debris

‘Till we’re all without a paddle drifting on the wine-dark sea

Oh gods of might and glory on Olympus still reclining

Spare us from the future that these dolts have been designing

Grant to us a budget where frugality is favored

A noble legislature where some common sense is savored


Tell Muse, of wiser men who thought the idea was a crock

A trillion dollar coin would make our state a laughing stock

That such a circumvention is the crudest of devices

That surely will precipitate a dire, deeper crisis

Then worldly wise Obama roused himself and raised his head

A trillion dollar coin? Sounds good to me!” he said.



Tarzana Joe, the poet laureate of the Hugh Hewitt Radio Show, can be heard on air in the 3rd hour of the broadcast on most Fridays. His wonderful poetry can be found at

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