Monday 19 February 2007

Money is the way and it's so beautiful

Money is the way and it's so beautiful, it's such a beautiful way. Socialism is dead and greed is good and all is well. The birds are singing in the trees, the cash registers are overflowing, and big hairy bears are crowding around the honeypot. If I were a reasonably well-off man, if only. What will make you happy? What will lift you up? Money! What will cleanse your soul? What will stop your tears? Money! You bet. Money is the way to paradise on earth. Money is the answer. Stuff it in your pockets! Stuff it under your mattress! Spread it on your toast! Sublime money, mental money, spiritual money. Let a money spider crawl over your face. Enjoy the moment. Love the spider. Love money.

Is this a credit card which I see before me? O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad credit.

The FTSE 100 was up today, then it was down. Up down, Up down, all the shares flying around. Let me tell you the truth about money. Gold sovereigns for eyes. Dow Jones and the temple of cash. Capitalist poets of the world unite! Your time has come! The world is yours! I hope God will forgive me for all this, but I can't help it, I have to preach to you all. My people, come to me. Let me wash away your sins with money. Holy money. Beautiful money. I have seen the light, and money is the way. I want to suck on a wad of banknotes. I want to be one with the notes. It's like jazz! Jazz money! I can't stop bopping to the beat. Hear those notes! Bebop boop - £50! Bebop beep - $100! Oh baby! Have you ever felt this good?