PLAY the Game

You earn the cash and play the game,
Silver’s the spark to fan the flame.
You buy a coin and set your hope
Twice the height will haul the rope.  

You watch it climb; you watch it fall,
The paper kings control it all.
Derivatives, futures, shorts in play,
They flood the board with ink, not clay.  

The market hums with real demand,
But paper vows won’t rule the land.
The price shoots up. I sell right now,
Premium spikes: holy cow!