We ought to have no patience for the beautiful. Whimpering in empty market aisles
Wondering why the bananas smell ripe,
While some hide their defects as if it was change lost-
Between couch cushions. Others spend their torment
Drinking tap water,
Or unscrewing the caps off bleach bottles,
In empty market aisles
Filling air with social media commentary.
Personification of private property established
That a plunger
And a diamond
Contain the same worth (as in) how the proprietor
But in the context of the Many
We ought to value
The plunger’s feces coated potential,
The diamond’s rusted presence.
Spray paint the rubber cup gold!
Watch as water sparkles off the sides
Like spit falling from a capitalist’s pout.