But Where Is the Money?

But where is the money? […You make the money; I make nothing.] Christine Awkward note From an awkward guy Night before last you said We bore us both [each other] I cannot ever remember being bored by you To me You are the sphinx The dreamy intuitive one Who Always Knows And I am helplessly involved with a fascinating other worldly self Constantly Devolving into chaos Who never knows Creating endlessly on the way down To a wonderful place Where Art Medicine And Magic May/be A better cure Than Seashells