Big Money



Money gives off that spicy smell of
Greenbacks greasing wheels
Kilos of jewels, cars or gold bars
Money measures beauty
And success
Did you win?

I no longer desire baseball-sized diamonds
Just electric cars that self-drive to Iceland
Rocket planes to vacation castles where
I’ll come and go flipping Michelangelos

Art is beauty, beauty is money
Picassos push off my power wall
Soon not as valuable as
My invisible paintings

Old, I lust for
Server farms harvesting crypto
Too rich to ever pay taxes

Let governments own the means of production
I’ll buy the governments
They’ll mint me every possible value

Only then will I have enough to
Start my reborn life

Posted in Money and Politics.