.jpg)
Sport 43: 2015
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
My words ain’t worth shit
and since I was a girl I was told
to put my money where my mouth is.
As a brown kid in Aotearoa it was all bout
dem dollar dollar bills yo, even though they
became defunct in ’91.
Before I was born, I was a nickel
in my mother’s ovaries and a dime
in my dad’s moneybags.
You could even say I’m made of money.
I’m your two-dollar coin
golden and baby oil shiny:
slip me into your slot machines
I’m your tatty fiver
a regular mountain climber
I’m voting for the Mana Party
with your tenner
I’m fucking Queen Elizabeth
I’m decolonising your fiddy
Preparing you for nuclear
fallout on your C Note
’Cos my words ain’t worth shit
but I know how to spend my body
I’m made of money and I’m burning
bullet holes in your pockets.