If I could be a capitalist,
I would hunt Material at the crack of dawn,
Waiting for the perfect moment
to breathe.
And slowly, I’d pull the trigger
Watching success
fall upon the forest floor,
Ripe for the taking.
God, I wish I could
be
Cruelly
individualistic.
Quick of mind and
judgment.
Piercingly observant.
I wish I was able to
balance,
To doublethink.
And delude myself
Into thinking of me
as a good man.
Jesus Christ,
If I could be a
capitalist.
If I could be a
capitalist
I would stare at
people
with coldness.
For I would not see before me people,
but a mass of
animals,
ready for slaughter.
If I could be a
capitalist
I would lead. By God
I would lead.
I would be a
MacArthur, or a Napoleon,
But bloodier,
Less willing to
preserve
and treat with
kindness
The defeated.
Because I would
always hold in my hands the key to
My own Happiness.
But because I'm not a capitalist,
I look at me
And laugh. Me
The powerless, Me
The hopelessly weak,
Me.
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