The Free Market Without Food The Capitalist’s plump paws pinched his purse tightly as he looked at me, forlorn. I’m well-fed but hollow, he said, But I can’t stop what I am.   And the greasy tears swept down His shiny bloated face And the insatiable desires gripped fiercely As he shuddered violently And shook … Continue reading The Free Market Without Food – Anti-Capitalist Poem