Dear Tutankhamun, - Harvey Pekar
Money does not grow on trees
Purses filled with terminator seeds
Polished copper plated zinc valued by gold in a Kentuckian vault
Planted my dollar bills sowed my consumer goods reaped nothing
Frugal inheritance sages and john does gave me seeds
Cost them arms legs and elbow grease
They said tend to these with will and opportunity
Of what use are the fortunes of pharaohs
Of what use are the fortunes of pharaohs
Rotting tangibility amid an oxidizing hoard
To what end for what purpose at what cost accrue the treasures of dead men
Spectral magnum opus good fortune in hand
Won't trade my green thumb for the golden touch
This shovel named altruism digs the way for posterity
Bury my body in an unmarked grave
I am so much more than this en-tropic carbon form