CAPITALISM (acrostic)

C urling, unfurling marked paper addressed to me: A letter from a stranger that is eerily P ostmarked and sealed waiting for me I ts my blue collar paycheck, my bread and my butter, T he military industrial complex grows hotter and hotter, A n Invisible Hand milks a piteous utter, L et em fall where they may, let em die where they lay, I nside of our freedom lives the heart of a slave, S ocial Darwinists hunt, laws of nature their prey M r. Charlie himself twists and turns in his grave

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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