I am precious, give me money.

Can
you imagine yourself at the claws of society, billowing, wafting, at
the edge, yet- held onto so tightly, almost mercilessly?
So
there you stand- oh, yes, you. Darling, oh darling. What naivety. You
don’t need to imagine, as I presume that you, like the most of us, are
already there, hands fixed and hair blowing ever so gently. The back [...]