eating money in poetry

when the bastards found out
that they couldn’t eat money
that their yachts couldn’t love them
fine suits couldn’t fend off the plague
they doubled-down on their stupidity
because that’s what stupid always does
what money and power always do

they leaned into the turn
they fucked up even worse
they hoarded more money
they bought more yachts
they got finer suits and
hoped more would fix it

they never learned
marginal utility
in math classes
they had tutors
do all of the work
while they ate up

when the bastards found out
that they couldn’t eat money
they just ate more of it still
they keep eating more and more
hoping against hope
it eventually works
I have my own hope
I hope they choke

Last updated November 25, 2021