Poem: The Smoker

He smokes
He chokes
He fails to appreciate
His part in his early demise

Hurting those he loves
Hurting those he hates
Yet he never hesitates
To question if it is wise

The grip of the addiction
Blinds him to the affliction
And he doesn't begin to see
That it holds him like a vise

The day will come
Where he will succumb
And how many years lost
He can only surmise

He smokes
He chokes
He slowly goes broke
Until one day he dies

Poem: Captains of Industry

Captains of industry
Destroyers of man
Make you a profit?
You bet we can.

My air and my water
Suit me just fine.
You say yours doesn't?
Well, don't think you'll get mine.

Your health and your safety
Are not our concern
If it makes us a dollar,
We'll let the world burn.

By the the people, for the people
Sure is a nice thought
But didn't we tell you?
Your government's been bought.

Draining your coffers
While claiming success,
That spending on the poor
Is the true excess.

Down with the people
Up with the corporation
Only your enslavement
Can bring our emancipation.

Captains of industry
Destroyers of man
Make you a profit?
You bet we can.