Smudge, part 2

The MOP, man should enter with economic friedman (freedom)
But buyer of his labour power resides in the wealth tower
so high, in clouds, the dome is, unseen.
Sold is self! slave of the towerman
Is a commodity of cheap exchange, expoitation – how it’s been.

How then deem I this world, life’s experience
As Emotion overpowers the body in myriad ways
To seek and love, fuck and nurture, what’s nourishing ambience?
Intoxicants stead burn desires, in dark Himalayan solitude, the self stays.

The cycle of uncertainty then creates the suicidal slacker
His values amiss in world delivering daily shit sandwiches
Should self be grateful for Chance, as millions embrace Maker
in hope Divinity erases ennui, uninvited wisdom, brings riches!