When asked to act, my mind instantly asks “Can I afford it?” Sad, I know, that my fortunes ebb and flow Stopping or slowing true freedom to come and go Trapped in a cycle of payments and debits I am a wage slave it’s true, proletariat through and through But on the path to bourgeoisie through endless graft Subjugating my craft to creating meaningless art So I can afford holidays to France and Timbuktu Yet, already child slaves construct my gadgets The labels of my clothes soaked in blood I am consumption’s slovenly slut And do anything to impress peers at social pageants And I question my path to become bourgeoisie My impact on the Earth would surely get worse More money making my spending gross and perverse When all I want is a small taste of the fruit of idolency 03/05/[[2022]] #capitalism #consumerism