Greed De Facto

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem of my thoughts about the world.
I'd like to read anyone's thoughts on this subject matter. Maybe from someone who finds the capitalist,business world today beautiful. Or people who agree.
And if you NEED to comment on my writing style or writing in general, that will always be appreciated too. ;]

It’s inevitable to fail;

yet imperative that we sail

to success to survive in a world so frail,

for it is based upon the backbone of credit;

money borrowed like a debit,

yet taken later like a mistake had been made to edit.

And through this world of flows and exchange,

the invisible hand reaches far in range

The look of citizens so strange

as we are ushered along to the pit

‘empty your wallets, empty your pockets

I’ll take whatever belongings you have to top it.

if you have a soul, i’ll keep that too

until your debt is repaid in full, plus interest’


Prisons are no longer for the thieves, the murderers, or just the disturbingly insane.

they’re no longer three walls, bars, and a window pane

they’re the invisible weight, tied by the invisible hand

that chains us to endless wants from a limited land.

What is the purpose of this cycle

that belittles humans existence to materialism and

greed de facto?


No pity for the poor, they can rot on the floor

No mercy for the homeless, it’s not my fault they’re penniless

No time to flick a dime, no care to lend an ear

It’s just business you see,

as if we can compartmentalize one system like robots

and feelings are left for the have nots.


In the end, things are cool

But they’re starting to get a little dull

After all, my generation has been diagnosed with apathy,

(and at the age of consumerism/technology, what a coincidence.)

Could it be because we materialize a relationship with things

instead of develop one with our fellow human beings?

Or… ?

Submitted: October 16, 2015

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unknown knives

I can't help but imagine things when I read... So you'll pardon me if I imagined Eminem reading the beginning with his white baggy pants and a white jacket... Money signs hanging from his neck...
And then you get to the Prison part and a giant pig steps on him and drags along all his fans by a chain.
(moving on...)

You use very long words in this... And that is uncommon to find (less common to have it work).
"No pity for the poor, they can rot on the floor..." reminded me alot of your story "The Dawn Before the Morning Light."

I think you grab the very essence of our generation... It's the Wild West of Capitalism... Credit now and Pay late (Clint Eastwood drawing out his Black Amex against my puny Visa).

I will read it again at the end of the month as a reminder of controlling my debt.

Sat, October 17th, 2015 12:41am


Lol. Funny you mention that. When I re-read it after I wrote it I did feel like a rapper spitting out mad rhymes about the injustices of the world and figured well, that's actually great, so posted it. Hmm, so did the long words help or hinder this poem?
Ah, well that's what it's here for. ;) Thanks for the feedback.

Fri, October 16th, 2015 6:10pm

Mr Watson

So true, money makes the world go round, so they say. The rich get richer the rest of us muddle through or get into debt!

Mon, November 2nd, 2015 7:15pm


Pretty much Watson. Thanks for stopping by.

Mon, November 2nd, 2015 3:40pm

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