Tribute to Marx

*You're wearing your skin like it's too tight.*
What's the matter hunny, aren't you feeling alright?
What? You want to get out of this hell forsaken place?
Yea, me too. I'm sick of the american race.
Clustering in cities, destroying the Earth.
They don't even appreciate the place of their birth.
Land is squared into geometric sections
To suffice the needs of their personal convections.
Nothing is enough, just have to have more.
Personal grudges turn into war.
It's tiring, aint it, all the bullshit we're fed
From the day we're born, until our deathbed.
None of it is necessary, and you won't convince me otherwise.
Just do the world a favor and give up the lies.
How about you try the truth? There's a radical scheme.
It came to me one night in the craziest dream;
There was a man in power in this place I resigned,
And no one gave him grief our trouble of any kind.
He knew all the rules and was incredibly fair.
And physical property, it was all shared!
The man was a master in the literary arts.
What was his name? I think it was Marx.

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