in which people are tricked into thinking hoarding resources is anything but mental illness

the people
need
coffee.
hot
coffee.
early
in the morning.
so they can
wake up.
so they can
keep asleep.

the people
need
clean toilets.
clean sinks.
towels
made of trees,
with which to
dry their hands.
soap
in a dispenser
made of metal
and plastic,
so as to feel
clean.

the people
need
many options,
many types
of beans,
for example,
many types
of soup.
many options
for bread
and
for eggs.
a hundred
at least
different kinds
of cereal.

the places
the people
go
for these
shopping options,
they must be
clean and
well lit.
the shelves
that display
the options
must be
free of
dust and
laden to capacity.
the places
must be
open
for the
convenience of
the people.
open
twelve
hours
a
day,
eighteen
hours
a
day,
twenty four
hours
a
day.

the people
would rather not
pay, but
they must,
so
people
must be
on hand
and
ever ready
to
accept payment,
in trade for
all these
shopping options.

the people
need
food.
the people
need
entertainment.
the people
need
their homes
cleaned,
their food
grown,
their meat
drained
of blood,
cut up
attractively,
packaged
so as not to cause
upset.
the people
need
to not always
have to
cook,
need
other people
to cook
for them,
other people
to bring them
their food,
other people
to take the
empty plates
away,
other people
to wash
the plates,
clean
the tables,
place the
unwanted extras
into receptacle.
the people
need
this waste
buried,
so as not to be
reminded.

none of this,
though,
none of this
is
important.
any idiot
could do it.
no i can’t
do it
but
any idiot
could.
i am not
idiot.
i am
Owner.
it is
my right
to have
ocean view.
it is
my right
to have
vacation.
i provide
the people
with what they
want.
no,
i don’t do it
myself,
this is
my right;
to pay
another
to do
the work
that makes me
rightfully
rich,
to take
from them
all they can bear
to give,
to then ask
always
for more.

the people,
what they do
is not
important.
poverty
is
a privilege.