This piece was several months in the making, as I started it in December of last year, and finished it several days ago. It is also a joining of two separate pieces that started out as free-verse, but eventually veered towards a stricter structure and rhyme scheme, and though I resisted it at first, I eventually just let them go where they would.

At heart, this is a self-reflective screed about where I find myself in life, as opposed to where I wanted to be by the age I am at now (and yeah, I do realise that few of us can actually say that we're at that particular place, or that we think we would ever get there). I think of some old lyrics by a nerd-folk band called "They Might Be Giants", from their song "Don't Let's Start"

"No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful."

Likewise "We Rule You, We Fool You" are two levels of the Capitalism Pyramid.

I have also interwoven some of my past experiences with two different employers I had some years back, both of whom were perhaps the most extreme believers in Social Darwinism I have ever met. The first was a high-born, wealthy individual, who was very fond of quoting St. Paul's words from 2 Thessalonians 3:10 (KJV): "...if any should not work, neither should he eat."
Hence, he was against any and all charity or welfare programs of any kind, because: "Don't Feed the Animals, just like it says in the National Parks!"

Yet, for all his talk about the virtue of hard work, and pulling oneself up by one's own bootstraps, I'm not sure that he had ever done so much as a single day's worth of hard work in his entire life. Whether you chose not to work, or were unable to due to handicap or other such factors, it amounted to the same thing: Useless Eaters.

The other boss in question was more Randroid in scope, having come from a more middle class background, and was of the firm belief that society was divided into two classes of people: Wealth-Creators and Parasites. By his definition, anyone who had wealth, or the 'courage' to succeed in business was, by definition, a wealth creator. Likewise, in his particular worldview, there were two ways to be a parasite. The first was through not working (i.e. laziness - he accepted NO other explanation for it), or through a combination of cowardice and laziness (i.e. those, who chose to work for a wealth creator because they were too 'lazy' and/or 'cowardly' to become a wealth creator).
Indeed... The solution to being poor is just to get more cash!

I could go on for hours, but at this point, it's probably best if I simply let the poem say the rest, and readers can interpret it as they will...