Best Capitalism Poems

Locked away in my own place 
Feeling all kinds of distress 
Better be careful how I use my words around you 
Because it will be World War Two
Don’t feel like arguing with you 
Tonight or is it morning 
I’m afraid of time 
I guess that’s...

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And here we are, on this field
Full of wealth and want...

Hawking love and loans like lollies,
Goodies of globalization entice the gullible ones,

Profits blossom [only] in well-made markets,
Global indoctrination indiscriminate and insurmountable,

Only the fit survive this global rat race 
When we feed the vulgar mouth of...

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The Bible says "thou shalt not kill"
now proudly join the army lad, and go kill,
come back home, and follow your Bible again.

O middle class, your fathers built your homes
with union help, now disperse those union halls
and happily work for minimum wage, six days a week,
chant...

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Where has it all gone
democracy morph withheld 
capitalism...

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Capitalism has been blamed by worthless people rich in power and other peoples' money.

True capitalism earns money.  
Jobs are created by capitalists. 
Workers earn a living from them. 
Bankers gather together workers savings and use this money to create more by usury. This is...

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Capitalism is rubbish. Socialism is much worse.
Fascism with nationalism are so bad, of course.
I was looking for nice and positive with "ism" .
Went through everything. And found one- Nudism!...

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“What can we do to make this right?”

The speaker is Phil Burns, owner of the brokerage firm that Owen Mitchell has had money invested with for years. Owen’s not rich and not poor. He just prefers the action of the stock market to the passivity...

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What overarching purpose
Can bolster effective sales volume
Signaling the rise
of Reified and refined portent vibes

On our maps of locomotion
We strive incessantly for meaning
The moment tongue strikes palette
We search for expression to enliven the soul

Playing match maker with a bed of stars
Reaching the highest ambition to climb
Can...

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capitalism, theft
socialism, poverty
mixed economy, confusion
property, blind ass
ridden by anyone...

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I'm reading a publication of Yale Press,
a "centrist" polemic against the LeftBrain's libertarian excesses,
and against RightBrain's sinister shadow
of totalitarian uniformity
playing nihilistic lose/lose
on a global interpersonal
public sector stage three
of nationalistic climate annihilation,

Where RightBrain's win/win golden shadow
prefers indigenously universal integrity,
communion of ancient multicultural diversity,
playing democratically healthy win/win...

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i miss the softness of her touch

cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh

   collapse

i miss kindness of time before the crash

economy in relative peace

living off fumes of postwar boom

before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world

robbed me of ability to fulfill my dreams

and fully reveal my...

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I'm looking for ways 
to withdraw from capitalism.
Perhaps you can help me.
Perhaps this is something you want to do too.

I've begun by starting a garden
and riding my bike more. It's not much, I know,
but imagine 
the effect of millions doing the same.

I've stopped eating animal...

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Not wanting to make anyone nervous,
pandemics can be unsettling enough
without economic and political surprises,
inconvenient systemic insights,
more expansive circles of empathy
positively impressing 
more than negative deep
steep hierarchies
practicing neglectful shallow sympathy
for Others
remaining NonMothers
on distant drowning pagan shores.

These government checks 
that come and go in the mail
or by...

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I keep your time, so brief, all to myself;
It liquefied and forged in sheets of green,
And stamped with faces on historic shelf – 
The marbled Fathers' perch; they claim you’re free.

Those vultures from on high look down like gods,
Upon the carcassed wastelands they have wrought.
Perhaps...

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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...

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