Why don't we make things that work?
Why? Those who make the things I'm Sure
Intend for them to function
Yet what we seem to have are poor substitutes
For realised solutions
Freedom to participate, democratising markets
Democratic-ish as only those with means can e a part of it
dream to share ones home, ones car, ones special skills
Dies on a hill of gold and paper
Not to individuals but coordinated shills
Yet to the victor go the spoils, and the rest responsibility
Those who use the least resources with the greatest dependencies
Use less, spend less, save the planet, donate
Housing, holidays and heritance
Use more spend more, the world will simply rotate
At least I Ican afford bread
I ponder in my nightly dread
But though I do not aim to bludge, I really try my best,
I know I'll never own a home
Debt and strain adorn my name, no future for my crest.
About the Creator
James Durl
A budding academic trying to flex his creative muscles.
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