luxury

oh, there is luxury.
more than the abundance of x
is the wealth of wealthy.
the way purchases consume coins.
the manner that our wants
always trump their needs.

the wheels roll on,
electrically powered,
and deliver us to particular
or discriminant destinations.
but what of their electricity?
what of their power to get somewhere?

a coffee. a strudel.
a moment spent in line to
exchange our cash for
the luxurious privilege of
mass-frozen and preserved shit.

not quite unlike a moment or two
in line to trade currency for
the right to ever access their
own pathetically low payments.
where they queue to merely take handouts.

ah, yes, don’t worry, cynics.
there are joy riders-
just as your neighbours burden
the system with excessive greed.
houseboats really sum up the death
of charity.