posted on Sunday, November 18, 2007 1:25 AM by peach

Capitalism

A little girl sat outside on the streets
with a J. Crew magazine open at her feet,
dreaming of a yellow-rubber-ducky colored jacket
arriving in a package at a home she didn't have.
Something seems amiss when the power seems to shift,
and a woman's worth is judged by the clothing on her back,
but that's the price you'll pay when a classy little lady
charges three hundred and eighty for the coat you'll never wear.
When did we decided to hide behind the walls
of plastic-aided debts and nosey phone calls?
You're nothing but that coat which still hangs unused
while the dreamy little girl suffers from abuse.

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