Capitalism is a Bitch

            I got a handle on the song I’ve been working on. It came to me magically the other night. It’s working out pretty well. I’ll fiddle with it some more, and work out the details before I sign my name to it.

            I helped a friend move yesterday. It wasn’t easy. His wife is a bit of a hoarder, and they weren’t all that organized. To top it off his wife had bad ideas. My friend and I were doing all the work, but every once in while he would defer to her for ideas. She would inevitably say something that didn’t make sense. I ignored it, but it didn’t do much for my hypertension.

            Capitalism is a bitch that’s the way I see it. I‘m a capitalist, but I don't need much. Sometimes I wonder if folks have their heads screwed on right. The furniture my buddy had was heavy. The bed frame alone used half a tree to make. There was a marble table that looked like it took a huge chunk out of Italy. There’s half a mountain side missing somewhere in the world as a result of this table. Yes indeed, capitalism is a bitch, a back-breaking bitch.