Literary Work: Money Talks, from Selling Manhattan by Carol Ann Duffy (1987)

I am the authentic language of suffering. My cold, gold eye

does not blink. Mister, you want nice time? No problem.
I say, Screw You. I buy and sell the world. I got
Midas touch, turn bread to hard cash. My million tills
sing through the night, my shining mad machines. 5
I stink and accumulate. Do you fancy me, lady? Really?

See me pass through the eye of a needle! Whoopee,

I cut Time dead with my sleek facelift. I travel
faster than $-sound. Don’t give me away; after all, no one
can eat me. Honey, I’m a jealous God, $-stammering 10
my one commandment on the calculator. Love me.
Under your fingernails I smile up with my black grin.

Don’t let my oily manner bother you, Sir, I’ll get you
a taxi, get you a limousine. I know a place
where it’s raining dollar bills. I got any currency 15
you want, women and gigolos, metal tuxedos. The party
is one long gold-toothed scream. Have a good day. I am
the big bombs, sighing in their thick lead sheaths, OK.
BOW: Sorry to Bother You, directed by Boots Riley (2018)

41:17
(Fancy Suit Guy interrupts Cassius)
FSG (in white voice): Sugar on top, white voice.
Cassius: Yeah, but what I’m saying is I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to-

41:22
FSG (in white voice): Hahaha, here’s the starting salary.
(FSG’s assistant brings a notepad to Cassius)
 41:34
(Cassius begins chuckling and his mood brightens, his voice is overdubbed by the white
voice)
Cassius (in white voice): Well, man, I’m gonna have to get me some new suits

41:40
(Promotional video continues in the background showing multiple explosions)
FSG (in white voice): You’ll be working here until late. We need you in the mix right away
(Cassius chuckles while smiling at FSG)