A Thinker's Damn [original poetry]
"A Thinker's Damn"
All boots and ankles, pranced on avenues,
they tramp department stores in purpled glow.
Their spree of spending hastily unglues
connection to the boiler room below
where tinkers toil for basement-ocean pearls.
A merchant fails his profits to withdraw
and votes away his stake to pretty girls
who write their regulations into law.
His corner store gains interrupted grace,
a grant to trade a claret for a clam,
while senators define his steeplechase.
Oblivious, he's lost a thinker's damn.
Economies of scale, they pit us all;
the government picks giant over small.
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