Ode to the Capitalist Circus

Big McMansions line the beach, How many homes does one man need? Each! The lawns so green, the gates so tall, Yet no one's ever home at all.

Old Bernie says, "Socialism's great!" With three fine homes-hey, maybe eight? The irony grows like wealth unchecked, A house for each ideal he's decked.

Banks that feast on student debt, "Invest in dreams!" (And pay them yet). CEOs in jets fly far, While workers dream beneath the bar.

Boardrooms cheer as stocks rise high, A toaster costs more than your first ride. They squeeze and squeeze for every dime, Then sell us peace for a monthly climb.

Amazon delivers at breakneck speed, A click, a box, it feeds our greed- But Jeff's new yacht just needs one more floor, Let's build it from the hopes of the poor.

The circus plays its endless show, A Ferris wheel where profits grow, Round and round with endless schemes, They'll sell you back your childhood dreams.

But laugh we must, for that's the art, To mock the madness-play our part. A chuckle, a jab, a punch-line blow, For humor fights where reason won't go.