The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 50

DAY 50: Behind Doctor T.J. Eckleburg's giant

eyes, behind the flying trapezoid head

of Zardoz, behind the swollen green Martian

head of the Wizard of Oz -- is the master:

GOD GOLD, Oscar, the holy greed, the

lust stronger than pleasure, better

than copulation, the God that estab-

lished and smashed every civili-
zation of Earth: Inca, Maya and United

States of Americay.

Alexander the Great with his pockets

so full he couldn't swim across the

golden river, drowning in liquid aurum

skin asphyxiation like The Goldfinger Girl

clogged pores, but, oh, oh, what a shag!

The Doctor Eye, The Zardoz Eye, The

Oz Eye -- watching you, watching you

watching you, build your pile, are you

getting your due? your dose of golden

medicine, or are you a loser, a failure,

bankrupt? If you must say it, go on:

Health is more important than Wealth.

You can hear the GOLD GODs laugh,

laugh all the way to the bank.

In my sunburst house I have 
solid gold furniture dripping from

my gold ceiling onto my gold floor, my 

gold toilet, my gold hair, I stand for a photo 

before my golden life golden wife: Scrooge 

McDuck never enough. That's my 24-carat

plight.

So, now you know. It's good to have

priorities -- my health, I can buy, yours,

who cares? You can die (just don't be messy)

and I won't feel a thing -- every human life

is equally precious. Where'd you hear

that, Sunday School? LOL!