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Disaster capitalism
come a reckoning
I think I shall be able
to profit off it
the plague increases still
but like a parliament not much concerned
we laugh to sleep
Poèmes sur le thème : profit
Poèmes sur le thème « profit » sur Poets.by.
Woodlot
the sun behind the timber
where I have hopes
of profit
Resistance
we prevail against the profit fist
a fine pig served with fine fat
how?
disturbed
about the letter I am forced to write
Developer
a deer is more than ink
something real
yet the expectation of profit
will make a man bland
like a lone shoe
or the corpse I find in my head
Mercantilism
The war, the exchange
and the hangman, constituting
a commonwealth,
make a profit on a cheap
piece of star.