We hate this thing, which gives us what we want, Because it shows us, without government Distortions, who we are. No housing for The homeless, no assistance for the poor, No curing Guinea worm disease: I’ve earned My meager pay: give me new fashions and Old wine, another house, another car, And let the homeless freeze, the masses starve, The Guinea worms devour whom they wish. But when we bitch about the world, remember this: There’s no discrepancy between a process And its parts. And we are part of this Abhorrent scheme. So loathe it as you’d loathe A bright, untarnished mirror, one which shows Us every tiny flaw. Capitalism: That dirty word which lets us blame the system.
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