Eat The Rich: A Stuck Inside Poem, Day 3

While being inside, I have discovered a lot of new music.  

I don’t know if y’all have heard of Janet

Jackson’s “I Get So Lonely,” but it slaps.  

Dog magic would make a really good YouTube channel.

Just you and your puppy.  You performing

card tricks and your puppy

bedazzled with intrigue and drooling for treats.  

Also, lots of college kids left for home yesterday

so if anyone needs an apartment by Tulane

I know a guy who can get you one for pennies

on the dollar.  These are the emails

I receive. People are hurting financially.  Like bad. 

All the people who can’t pay

their rent on the first, they’re not confused

by fascism; they’re used to it. 

Then I thought about the land-lord with fourteen properties

getting granite-counter-top rent from private school students

who have the opposite of job.  They’re expensive. Those millennials. 

They like expensive things like birth control

and apartments with wifi close to the nursing campus. 

Anywho, the landlord who rolls up to Christmas

every first of the month to collect the gifts of being privileged

hurts exponentially as bad as his tenants.

Welp, more risk more reward. To each his own.

Is that not the scalpel of capitalism

separating meat from bone? 

Shouldn’t those boot-strappers eat shit cake now? 

Feel the business

in the red

after being so long

in the black?