I am sad for the world
that revolves around money
borrowed and returned
where few collect the honey
to escape this circus
you may pay a dear price
strip off your protective surface
and swallow all your pride
you may need some therapy
or an endless stream of love
not paid for by a currency
it flows through and from above
there is no need to worry
whether you are worth it all
slaves to the class theory
juggle their balls in a shopping mall
oletus



