money sounds like
to the billionaire
money sounds like
the barely audible whisper of a sexual offer from a stranger overcome with the scent of wealth
the whir of rotar blades
the perfect splash of perfect waves against a perfect yacht
the cushioned thud of a private-jet landing on a private island’s private runway
the hummingbird flutter of mulberry silk underwear floating down onto a $4.5m persian isfahan rug
and
the roar of rocket engines as the space-tourist space-craft hurtles towards mars
whilst to the poor
money sounds like
another
world.
to the billionaire
money sounds like
the barely audible whisper of a sexual offer from a stranger overcome with the scent of wealth
the whir of rotar blades
the perfect splash of perfect waves against a perfect yacht
the cushioned thud of a private-jet landing on a private island’s private runway
the hummingbird flutter of mulberry silk underwear floating down onto a $4.5m persian isfahan rug
and
the roar of rocket engines as the space-tourist space-craft hurtles towards mars
whilst to the poor
money sounds like
another
world.