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Extreme Capitalism

See that man?
Who barks to obey him with his eyebrows arched
while his dog
pukes over your bright-eyed shoes?
See that woman?
Fair mother of the young in her four-by-four who
would sooner strike your 
siblings than be late for zumba class again?
See that man?
Polished like a diamond, whose teeth gleam 
as he gobbles up your savings 
with a satisfying grin for his own rainy day. 
See that boy?
That girl?
Texting and tweeting and spitting and bleeping 
but not thinking
because everything is on Google.
See this as normal?
See us?
Everyday life spiralling into a state of extreme
self – no-one exists: but one.
Not you; not him; not us.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen of the East to our Wild West, where
you will die alone - 
in a green desert of greed.

Copyright © Zac Thraves

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  1. Date: 10/22/2012 9:08:00 PM
    OK, you are correct. We are cursed. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I, what else can I say? Like how you say it.

  1. Date: 7/12/2012 8:29:00 AM
    I like your line "texting and tweeting..." it is a different world today. enjoyed your commentary :)

  1. Date: 7/9/2012 12:09:00 PM
    great write Zac,get away from that world,this is our world Poetry Soup.see that man,who poems change the world..educating boys and girl....

  1. Date: 7/2/2012 5:57:00 PM
    Yes the world does not make any sense!! love your poem

  1. Date: 7/2/2012 12:22:00 PM
    Don't worry... before we go down intellectually/culturally, we will already have destroyed the environment and become extinct... the last to die will be those you describe, and none of the 'slobs' will still be around to carry their final boxes... Terry (Very good poem)