Poem Without a Title by Richard Plowden

Produce a bit, consume a bit.
For economics you’ll be fit.
Produce, consume, and then just die.
That’s right, my friend, it’s all a lie!

Don’t be the dupe of trends or wealth.
That’s how the bastards rule by stealth.
Remember: happiness is free.
And, oh, the bliss of poverty!


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(The author would just like to add a caveat to the last line. It does not mean extreme poverty. Nobody should go cold or hungry.)


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