I read this this morning and for some reason started thinking about Socialists, Jeff Koons and Lakotas.
When wealth is the goal
suffering is the prize
There should be enough work and ample remuneration for it that neighbors tend to, minister to, provide for and respect neighbors.
The idea of the commons captured my imagination as a child through movies and stories of colonial America. A place to mingle and graze an oxen.
When wealth is the goal
suffering is the prize
The Lakota man gave away all he had
the next day he had more
A socialist, a sofa and a banker walked into a bar
the banker walked out with the sofa
the socialist danced until he could dance no more
Van Gogh's ear sold at auction
The collector placed it next to a Koons
The Collector's wife thought that Jeff had
a large penis for a man
his size
When wealth is the goal
suffering is the prize
The crowd roared hysterically
Paul had made another
spectacular tackle
Paul's brain was already
forgetting
When the new prison was built in town
the Minister and his wife felt safer
When wealth is the goal
suffering is the prize
Gary and Jules played
racquetball
every Thursday
promptly at eleven
Gary asked Jules
what he thought
about the lead
in the cities water
Jules told Gary that
they had always
used bottled water
at home and reminded
Gary that neither
he nor Gary were
on city water anyway
Gary asked Jules
how his boy was doing
at Stanford
Jules said that
he would graduate
summa cum laude
in the fall
When wealth is the goal
suffering is the prize
