In my mind’s eye I often dream
of a reality of my own fashioning.
Would it be a utopia?
Something of the like.
Could you rewrite human nature?
To be honest, not quite.
Though to bask in the light
that brought life to the night,
would see a world that would delight
in the way we are delighted
by the sun on our skin.
In my reality, we are all
next of kin.
Who needs a locksmith
when no one has reason to steal?
If only our covetous notions
would heed such an appeal.
To do away with currency
is merely a pipedream.
Bartering may be nice,
but so is buying anything.
You know what’s even better?
A thirty hour week.
Everyone’s trying to work more,
but it’s peace I seek.
Which isn’t to say
that work and peace are mutually exclusive,
but any more than forty hours
is just plain obtrusive.
How is anyone to have
a life of their own
when the only purpose of their home
is to recover from their time on loan?
Who are you to ration my freedom to me?
Especially when
without “the law”,
you probably wouldn’t pay me at all.
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