POEM: Eminently Bad Business

Some might suggest that we run everything like a business
This is eminently bad business

The notion that everything should be run like a business runs like a disease through Western Civilization.  This delusion leads some to believe that capitalism is the answer to all human problems.  This pathetic reduction of humanity to economic beings is at the core of most major human problems that the world faces.  Most people would consider it absurd to run your love life like a business, or raising children, or being a best friend, or virtually any enterprise that would benefit from centering one’s life outside of one’s own parochial interests.  The most valuable things in life are not things.  Such “things” should not be imprisoned within profit margins and subject to usury for every asset we possess.  What does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul?  If you can’t articulate some sacred ground for your soul to reside, then the only advice would be: make sure you get a really good price for your soul; don’t sell yourself short.  Of course, if your soul has a price, and you are selling yourself, don’t be surprised that others treat you like a prostitute when going about your business.

“Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it! For I should suffer the misery of devils were I to make a whore of my soul.” — Thomas Paine.

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