Funny, money, Hon!

Beads to barter or exchange, to stack in piles, casino style
or store in pots or holes or tins,
all colours, shapes and sizes.
I keep mine around my neck
not stashed in a bank, barricaded with passwords and alarms
with beady-eyed (pun, Honey!) and brained assistants
straight-jacketed within bars, protocols and CCT
in order that simple codes and coins can be processed and delivered.
I prefer my beads, Hon!

It’s only “bits of paper” she said.
Nah! It’s the fruit of my hard labour, my discipline
signifying my worth.
Worthy or not. It’s a principle - albeit utterly meaningless
since the gold standard was abrogated.

“It is just numbers” she said.
Yeh! But not the cosmic kind:
zillions of numerals in linear sequences.
We are talking DIGITs here
one or two,
either, or
have or not.
There’s only two – and one of those is zero, huh!

“It boils down to Attitude - and Abundance” said she, tossing her horns a bit.
Ah, I am abundant already with this fistful of beads
plus air to breathe and lungs to breathe with
and the manna from heaven (Pqq.)
What has money got to do with it, huh?

PS.
Is there someone out there
Who can turn this into a song and dance
U-tube or cartoon?
What costs? Money has nothing to do with it.
Just Time!