Currency Poem by GRANT FRASER

I make a photograph
of the tarnished Sun,

made of coins,

yes - Money! Money! Money!

'must be funny - in a rich
man's world? ',

yes - Money! Money! Money!

and the person who can save
it - maybe?

what kind of precious thought
is that...

you see the minute somebody
slips in with an offer,

you'll know,

that the world we live is
not that different or funny,

and many many intelligent
people live like that
and couldn't care less...