Fine, I like algebra but what's the fun
in solving an equation
where Xs and Ys are already known.
Yes, I do have six by six vision
and see well the unco unequal division.
Should I stand holding the scale
while billion cats quarrel for cake, their avarices
and million monkeys keep biting off the pieces
banking balance to balance the imbalance
economists equating equal inequality.
Should I face this final dark age of vice unfold
human civilization degenerating as is foretold.
I see worship and wise preach Karma's play;
brainy brilliants advocate it serves evolution
eluding egalitarians, evoke erroneous emulation.
Yes, I see the one percent shinning gold.
Should I go on hunger strike and revolt
while there are diverse donkeys drudging
twice as hard to grab the metallic fascination
ready to replace, run over my rigorous renunciation.
Is it better I sit back in my lousy couch
watch the antipodes, eating unbuttered popcorn pouch
-heartrending privation and the comical extravagance,
or is it time I stand up and speak against
languidly levied levy lifting lavishness?
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