I'm so alive
walking down first and main
for a job interview.
Those CEOs, bosses and coworkers
sing the hymn of productivity
while biting the hand that buys them coffee
at four bucks a pop.
Hooray for modern hypocrisy!
Rejoice in the economy!
But stay deaf to the Salvation Army's
beckoning church-bell
Cain's spare change will
liquify into gasoline eventually
because you are not your brother's keeper;
you are society's modern slave.
Author notes
The spacing in each line represents the fluctuation in the worth of a dollar, inflation, and the economic system of production, distribution and consumption.
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First attempt at satiric-y poetry.
I'd love an opinion.
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