the counting-house

I really like this one. I wrote it around December, so I hope it's okay to still post in here.

"i live in a counting-house,"
said old sir.
with walls of iron steely-paint,
tripping, snagging on the stairs.
clankcla nk clank go the grem-vats
with the fog fitter skitter on the bare
black rug
and the counting for the chain-wrench
never never never never st o - p
...s.
clocks ticker ticker down the stair when goes left
find little tickers in your mind
fetter fetter fetter and the heart-welch chain-belt
goes never never never stop.
little steam-belt best-spelt lockey,
clicks shut best left understated
little little chain on the counting-house
rattle rattles never st o - p
...s.
"and i work in a counting-house,"
say the little fetters on sir's wrists!
stays cold the revolutionary, he goes
and he goes down the stair.