Yellow Brick Road
Not one of these
touch my soles as I walk,
just the grey concrete
that turns black
when it starts to rain.
The religious orders were right:
kneel, bow, pray, then pay
for spires, stupas, and the likes.
Your votive donations fit
cosily in coffers labelled:
'Save your souls!
Ticket to wherever guaranteed.
Buy now, pay later!
Excellentest of results guaranteed'.
No glint lies in the street.
No street leads to an Emerald City.
That way lies on an express-way
with a toll of avarice and philanthropy.
Fear not, these investments are safe,
for years of grind and sweat
are rewarded with minimum wage.
Entrepreneurs lie silent in your grave,
your souls are saved.