People long for exploitation. That is somewhere in their minds out of a convoluted message drilled upon them via media and society’s illusion of success, one works towards alleviating their tumultuous roles that had been so precariously assigned to them. A peasant indeed that is doomed to die on his lord’s land. Yet the peasant is a genius and the king is a buffoon. You see; there is poignancy in poverty, a voice that says hey this is life what you are feeling, this is the rapid gnawing into the creative slopes of literature. Yet it is luxury of the mind, when one is balled up in luxury for years without any struggle or taste of hardship, they inflate and rot in satin sheets with nothing more to say, accept get me another frankfurter. And then they measure their contentment through the amount of possessions that build up and weigh them down in slothful decay where happiness had once existed out of the dream to the unknown possibility, the mystery, the romanticism or luxury. Luxury itself is beautiful only in small doses, for if the people are spoiled, the land is spoiled along with it and everything regarded as a dog to servitude or jail. It destroys the priorities in ridding the life as a dog to join the royalty in their rich gravies and private access to affairs.

The gaudy magazine covers portray them as buttered absolute symbols of happiness, yet when one gets an opportunity to observe some of them up close; it almost always reveals an unauthentic source, one exploited into a market of fiends and hustlers. Models sell their bodies and why shouldn’t they, just as cigarette companies make billions of dollars off cancer sticks, why shouldn’t they if the numb skulls keep making them rich. True they could stop pushing it and hypnotizing us as young minds so that we submit to a life of what image they create as the thing to do, that is the problem, a growing number of victims seem not to have any means to discover what actually was the thing to do, they never had a fighting chance, dogs yes, are the first to be put outside in the rain while the lords laugh above and keep them down. They (capitalists) prey off stupidity and that alone, cut out this element and there would be billions of dollars unlocked to be placed into our hands instantly, just as if we were to see raining money, stop the support of certain rackets, boom, you’ve just made yourself a better living without even going into the office. Yes it is knowledge that can get you out of your roles, of another way to exist, without obeying the orders handed down.

Are the rich ever happy with what they have, rarely, and the elites wouldn’t be satisfied until they snivel into every last space to control it or regulate it in some way. It all comes down to just pretending that it doesn’t exist and it will collapse, we are the ones that are making it spin, we feed its fire, they depend on us, they are parasites, and we are the host, after all we work hard for what they have, we ought to be living without fear of losing a place to stay, or food to eat, or some law that oppresses us. What I say is that we all act as though we were all about to win the Nobel peace prize, for most of us are passive as a rabbit, yet the lords get the award, ironically for keeping structure by having us be enemies with one another, yeah his exploitation is our curse.