An Ode to Capitalism
Oh, capitalism how I will miss you so, your wonderful hand in supply and demand. Your prices I paid so honest and true, not a single thought given, what’s due is what’s due! I saw your face change not long ago, a piece of your judgement no longer remained. Your power in numbers so keen yet unseen, a power too strong for the men at the scene. The most honest jury so brutally right, not even the Fed could stomach your might. They will say that you are too big without laws, but they didn’t see that they were the cause. It wasn’t your fault, nor was it design, The truth is love hurts, but that love has died. We bid you farewell you shell of yourself, we have a new friend, his name is called help.