Capitalist Pig

Today we have a poem by Dylan Summer. You can find more of Dylan’s poetry here.

That’s what I am,
You can’t argue it.
A Capitalist Pig?.. Yes that’s what I am madame,
She wants to debate over for a little bit.
So I agreed,
grabbed a cup of coffee.
I told her all about my money & greed,
Then she called me big papi.
When she said that,
I turned and ran away.
Then she heard a splat,
And seen my blood spray.
That’s the end of the line,
The spool is empty.
No more twine,
In the end money is the most deadly.


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