Religion.


Capitalism,
More than just an ~ism,
But the religion of the id,
Which takes off greed the lid.

It's spiritual letters are F. U.
As adherents have this view,
When finding ways to earnings maximise,
So they money in the bank can prize.

Money, money, money,
To a capitalist is honey,
And so a piece of silly paper,
Gives moral right to any caper.

This means they a weaker one can kick,
And them with doubtful charges stick,
So executives at bonus time,
Can about themselves feel fine.

For to a capitalist it is the state,
That silly little bits of paper carry weight,
And little electronic dots upon a screen,
Can them with joy make scream.

But can it this way last,
With just paper as ballast?
Are electronic dots secure,
Can we be of the future sure?

Do I see writing on the wall,
Of what will us befall?
Or do I just hallucinate,
And need doctors to me medicate?


---March 22, 2008---

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