t-day type #6

You are only valued

For the money you spend.

You only care

About the money you saved.

Millions dead

And more dying;

But how is the economy?

Did billionaires make

Another profit

Off of the working class'

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Dying on the front lines

Of an invisible war

That we are too selfish to fight properly.

It is pretty fucked up when

Happiness is measured

By the CCI.

We will be slaves

Until we die.

Bound to Master Economy.

Dying is fucking expensive

Staying alive is even more.

Everyone wants,

And many need,

What we have is hoarded

At the mountain top.

Never trickling down.

Greedy fucking liars.

What was to take a couple weeks,

Became months,

Became years.

I think there is no coming

Back from this.

We can only move forward.

With life being the priority,

Not the bottom line.

No more policy makers,

Profiting off their position.

No more celebrity presidents,

Who just want to golf.

No more tax loopholes,

for fucking billionaires.

Bezos, Zuckerberg, and Musk

Can pay their fair share

Like the rest of us.

No more masturbatory

Barely space trips,

In rockets that look

Just like dick tips.

It should be illegal

To be that wealthy,

And still be a miserable prick.

*CCI = Consumer Confidence Index