The Capitalism Of Love Poem by Lazarus Knix

Today the streets erupt with passion,
As each shopper shuffles from stall to stall
Discerning offers and may-be investments-
Texting wildly back and forth,
You do not know what I speak of?
Why, it’s the capitalism of love!

This lazie fare for lovers,
Is a constant competition,
Darwinian submission and evolution,
Continuous buying and selling,
You do not know what I speak of?
Why, It’s the capitalism of love!

The external is in high demand!
Streets are saturated with low-sellers,
They get more customers that way,
Yet still feel empty after payday,
You do not know what I speak of?
Why, it’s the capitalism of love!

The more we show, the better!
Why conceal the valuable?
Focus on shrouding your faults,
Commitment is void in a society of distraction,
You do not know what I speak of?
Why, it’s the capitalism of love!
Buy low, sell high
Let the weak worms fry!
We are all kings, yet,
What is a king without subjects?