Just an exercise in alliteration and Anti-Capitalist propoganda

 You can't call Capitalism a cohesive concept.

More of… A caustic cult of conceited corporate cucks who claim command of folk like cattle.

Boisterous yet broken.

Boldly bragging of bleeding lands and borders.

Blindly beating the rat race dogma into skulls that rattle from belligerent, repetitive recitations.

Reality begs for creative change. But barons rarely cut their cash revenue. Instead they reinstate the bold lie of benign currency being better than revisiting pre-coin civilized relics.

I really can't begin to see the current worth of poverty.