Eating money

Money makes meat

Money makes wheat

Money makes pies

Money makes my

Eyes look up

To see what I

Can buy for

Four pounds fifty

For gut and skin

Atop a gurgling

Frame, claimed

By Nature, part of

Her despite millennia

Of ink and paper.

Money makes meat

Money makes wheat

Money makes pies

Money makes men

Weep for shame,

Heaped up against

The Life they can’t

Afford, makes them

Dive below the bar,

Without the breath

To see a pearl,

Just enough to

Feel the deep

Press their lungs

And sting their wounds.

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