CAPITALISM PRISM

...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

You, a candle wax
White, wick and weak.

A match strikes
Hot, smoky passion aglow

Fire ignites
Subtle light illuminates.

Darkness bolts
As sights relish the flash

Born to pun
Breaths spray life away.

Flare of the sun
A prance in cosmic black.

You'll burn, burn-out.
While they grow, over-flow.

That's you, former
The latter "They"? Capitalists!

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