Dignity was never a quality
It was but merely a benchmark
A self-righteous price tag for the ones who could be bought
Thus was born Capitalism
The ones who thought not being auctioned would make them pricier
But had no buyers in actuality
Desserted, discarded, narcissistic philosophers
They called themselves Communists
The sore greedy losers who had their feet on both the ships and fell in the abyss below
Basards of no faith, no price, no face, and no skin, they identified as Socialists
You ask which side was I on
I was on the outside watching them all tear each other apart, each dripping blood of the other, and the semen of their pretended self-glory
What can I say
I'm a hedonist, a sadist, an opportunist
While they fought to tell the world their stories
I sold the world three paperbacks of unadulterated fiction
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