Most have big money belts tied tightly
around ever-expanding waist-
lines.

Some just wear ropes around their waists
and robes with no pockets for
possessions.

One said “I poured a ton of money into
this place, and I deserve a private
beach.”

Many agreed and hired a lawyer to press
their capitalistic cause with confusing
legalese.

One hired a lawyer to defend his cause against
those who would restrict his property
rights.

Loins girded, heels dug in, faces like flint,
but only two lawyers carried away the
booty.

The few with ropes and no pockets had time
to look around, smell flowers and watch
birds.

Those are two options said the capitalist
finding it harder to stand under the belt’s
weight.

A few only heard the roar of the ocean
waves as they watched the brilliant sun
set.