Here is a poem for those who have ever had a bad love, a fare, with capitalism…
Moneymaker Shaked
Get
Down
And snuggle up
Too that
Moneymaker
A tract like a magnate
And if you feel
Sum what
Estrange
You have been
Silver spooned
Shaked down
Bye that moneymaker
In the end
As abut
Amor then a patsy
On the capital list
Down right cheeky
The poor left behind
