I.
Connor’s planned community was built to become
the first example of a brand new breed.
Each person would give by their ability,
each would get just what they'd need.
He would show the whole of the world
that finally, at long last, it could be done.
Others had failed with people flawed,
but he had chosen all the right ones.
But soon the janitor wanted to have
what the doctor for his work received.
When Conner pointed out the doctor’s skill,
Janitor claimed it was a case of ‘need.’
So did the cook, the farmer, and the guard,
they wanted all a six-figure pay day.
Conner took from the doctor to satisfy them,
so the doctor up and walked away.
Conner exhorted all to the take only
rhe things they ‘needed’ to survive.
A few held true, for a week at least,
but then the ‘needs’ all piled up high.
When Conner tried to dictate to them
his followers all revolted quite fast,
dispersing back into the real world,
the perfect community just didn’t last.
Poor Conner was left alone, dead broke,
his once might fortune drained away.
He learned the hard way a fact well known:
Human nature, it just doesn’t change.