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 LAMENT TO THE FOLDING STUFF
 
Once we were paid our money in wedges,
Much better than nowadays’ various pledges,
Invisible money - that’s how we deal,
With cards or by telephone, nothing is real.
Can’t touch our savings, can’t touch our debt,
All we can do is log on to the net.