They all took their seats round the table,
It had no head, but all knew where Power sat.
Summoned in haste by Ideology itself,
for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing.
Capitalism sat back—legs crossed, arm draped,
already reclined like comfort was inherited.
Feminism adjusted her seat,
raised it two inches—just enough to be noticed.
Consumerism fumbled with six filled bags,
Communism leaned...
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