Should the average person be more afraid
of the American rich, or Maoism? Dunno.
The round earth’s gotta have imagined corners, though.
Blow, Angels! What Kampuchea bought and made
is back, reforming fruit from lemonade,
bitter and sour, and now the median schmo
has stabilized his rent, but cannot grow
his net worth. O gleaming Austin! O Miami-Dade!
What borough-bound toiler, what San Francisco youth
dreaming of founding something, anything,
would want some Nordic model if they could
sharpen their pitch deck like a serpent’s tooth,
pay a few mill less in tax, and happily wring
more rockbound water from the bloody public good.