06-23-2021, 11:35 PM
*I once had the ambition to write a poem about Marx's epic. This is as far as I got:
On Papa Marx's knees,
I learned my ABCs:
all about commodities.
Ten yards of linen
equals one coat,
and then the two can talk!
But you and I cannot hear them.
They talk of corn and iron and diamonds,
of pounds and carat weight;
and no matter how long the yards of linen grow,
or how threadbare the miserable coat may show,
their secret language the bourgeoisie can never know.
For the bourgeoisie you see
are swelling inevitably
until they POP!
And of the splattered fragment we'll make a pie
called REVOLUTION.
Papa Marx lived for years
explaining how human labor congealed:
this commodity went to market,
this commodity stayed home,
this bourgeoisie had roast beef,
this proletarian had none,
this intellectual cried all the way home,
M.E.W.!** M.E.W.!! M.E.W.!!!
*M.E.W. is acronym for one of the many oraganizations of working men that Marx was associated with. It's been a while, so I've forgotten what the acronym stands for.
On Papa Marx's knees,
I learned my ABCs:
all about commodities.
Ten yards of linen
equals one coat,
and then the two can talk!
But you and I cannot hear them.
They talk of corn and iron and diamonds,
of pounds and carat weight;
and no matter how long the yards of linen grow,
or how threadbare the miserable coat may show,
their secret language the bourgeoisie can never know.
For the bourgeoisie you see
are swelling inevitably
until they POP!
And of the splattered fragment we'll make a pie
called REVOLUTION.
Papa Marx lived for years
explaining how human labor congealed:
this commodity went to market,
this commodity stayed home,
this bourgeoisie had roast beef,
this proletarian had none,
this intellectual cried all the way home,
M.E.W.!** M.E.W.!! M.E.W.!!!
*M.E.W. is acronym for one of the many oraganizations of working men that Marx was associated with. It's been a while, so I've forgotten what the acronym stands for.
