bit of an anti capitalist poem

by coughlin

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-08 19:11:00

I kick a boot across the floor, for 15 minutes
I’m not contibuting to society,
But I am, wearing out the boot, have to buy another one.
Scuffing the carpet, have to buy more
Increasing my sexual drive, so I make more babies
Babies are are workers, for later
Babys make shoelaces and soap.
As I wake in the morning and sleep at night,
I contibute to society,
As I dream of products I dream of you, and wonder
To what will all this lead