I Am a Capitalist

I am a capitalist, I hate to share I am opulent, this is worth my flair I am the one percent that is worth your fifty This must be the artistry of the ingenious and thrifty I am just a bull who stepped out of the herd I studied its weakness and found my perch I climbed and cut off the rundles from the ladder I sit grinning at the top of my skyscraper I watch the working class from my throne, grinding for wants They’re always on the move like an army of ants Like a chase grandmaster I develop these pawns I pin them to protect my castles by vouching their loans There they are, I can almost hear them pant Only I understands this concrete jungle hunt They graze and bury their head in the pasture I am alert and crouch before I make a capture Give them a wage and a pension, and we are all square But a loss, a liquidation, a recession is theirs to bear They pray to heaven, I prey on tax havens Between my factory and my sanctuary are vast oceans There is a “CAP”, and an “A-LIST” in “CAPITALIST” There is a “PRO” and “FIT” in “PROFIT” I am just like a capital letter standing out in a noun Just like a capital city separating the seed from the cuff You think I am a genius, a quick thinker I am just an ideologue who spoke quicker Convinced you my mind was far better What will I be without the hands of labour? I am a capitalist, I will give you a ballot before a cast vote I am a capitalist, I will oil a preacher, if it makes me richer I am a capitalist, I will throw you a banquet for the right tax bracket I am a capitalist, I will give you a fancy title for the right totals