Money would seem piece of fiction
We thought we could weave nicely
In space of time reference, London-
Interbank referred when banks rise.
Money becomes liquid smooth flow
In abstract thoughts of the physical.
The same thing fetching two loaves
Is now a few millions, in the minds
Of men who move out the thought.
It is all a mental thing ,not a metal.
We are all forward and sell bodies
Those that live in the fiction’s pulp.
Bodies are real but minds are fiction
Sold by the millions on paperbacks.