being poor

I hate capitalism. I hate the strain it puts on your relationships and your perceived self by those "above you". That being said, I sorta love being poor. Struggle makes culture. Those above us on the food chain spend years trying to learn the skills and capture the style and art of the poor. They spend hours gawking at works by famous artists.They read on the plaque "they were poor until they died" and then they move on. They don't know the realities of why we are this way. They envy the way utilitarianism makes us look, but they make the pockets in their pants fake. They manufactured skinny jeans with plastered on generic "patches". I have skills and knowledge that no one rich could understand. In this way we are keepers of an esoteric lifestyle. I am a monk of garbage and sweat and tears. I hope that they keep trying to emulate us and I hope they die in the process. Freedom to the people. To all.