My Friend, A Born Again Capitalist Poem by Phil Charters

I had a friend, a socialist
Beaten to death, by a capitalist
Rise did he, to live again
Born again, a capitalist

My Friend of Notoriety
Beating to death society
A life so grand, Landlord to the youth of man
His life is now propietry.

The youth of man, are socialists
Beaten to death by capitalists
Alive in wealth, devoted to self
A wise mans fool, a capitalist.

A selfish heart, a capitalist
Beating to death a socialist
Society reduced, beneath his boots
Born again, a capitalist.