Only at the oddest moments, have I been productive, as our masters
Would prefer I'd be. I've only sometimes worked for wages, only,
On occasion, made a product or supplied a service people wearing
Business suits would see, and nod their heads, and say, "This is
Something that we need" (because they'd get some profit from it).
I have idled. As I have, I've come to understand so many things
Which those who are productive never had the time to grasp,
And, thus, as they succumb to what I know is vile propaganda,
I ball up. I'd rather not be wounded by their being stupid. I will
Write another poem. Mostly, they are all I've made, and I will go
On being what those stripping income from the millions who
They've brainwashed and enslaved despise: an idler,
An iconoclast, who throws lock picks to those in chains,
And hopes that, one day, they'll be labeled useless, just
Like me.