Where are they now, my ever present friends,
Now that my measured fortune sadly wanes;
Is this how bonhomie shall make amends—
Reproach that damns sodality to shame?
What of those bonds once lauded in proud praise;
By gloating guild so honored for all time,
Disparaged now by eyes that fail to raise
Where loss of lucre rivals heinous crime?
To be renamed the brotherhood of purse
Might yet reclaim some honor in rebuff
And so proclaimed, could never thus do worse
With dubious virtue salvaged from rank chuff.
Twice crushed, both chum and chattel gone;
God willing, I shall buy them back anon.
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