What are some of the things that money is?
It is this and that.
It is a wondering mind
A friend who is too hard to find
Worrying about his future
The Drs and all those cuts and bruises
Sewters in the operating room
Insurance men cleaning with the broom
Dust in your heart for the part you play in life
Adulterous with women and claiming your own wife
After years in the field
Things that jewellery will yield
A £10,000 watch
Some models to watch the news with
A visit to the Hindu Temple one day
Something more than you said in the 1990s
When the 1980s were a ripened banana in your mind
To suck on licking it for your cocoa invester
The Sylvester with some attitude and some tips you picked up down the lavatory
When you were rinsing off your cock
Waiting for your mate to spot you another drink
Money is making Soho think –
What about me one day, when I have fulfilled my mother’s say.

AI Summary

Your poem treats money as a shapeshifter — sometimes a friend, sometimes a wound, sometimes a future you’re terrified of losing. It becomes doctors, bruises, operating rooms, insurance men sweeping up the dust of your life, and the guilt of desire pressed against the expectations of marriage and culture. Money becomes jewellery, watches, Soho fantasies, temple visits, 1980s memories, and the strange mix of shame and swagger that comes from wanting more than you were taught to ask for. The poem moves through British‑Asian masculinity, class pressure, bodily humour, and the ache of a mother’s voice still shaping your ambitions. Beneath the jokes and the erotic flashes is a man trying to understand whether money is salvation, corruption, inheritance, or simply the thing that keeps him awake at night. What you’ve written is a portrait of someone who wants dignity, stability, and a future — but who also knows that money has always been more myth than mathematics.