Runcibl'd Spooner: Golden Minors Come to Dust

Protestor with
Boomerang

“Don’t get all hot ‘n’ bother’d. 

That’s just pyrite,” colliers shout. 

Fool’s gold

     The dealer takes two cards. 

I raise. The undead cry, “We’re out!” 

Ghouls fold

     Moral:
Better lead than dead.