See 10

I see 10 things in this room
That appeal to me in any form
Be it the door, the computer or the desk
All at equilibrium, at rest
All silent and dormant
Quite the antithesis of STORMONT
Time has passed to see more lives wither
And pass, the dormant
In life some foretold anecdotal trivia by the clairvoyant
And some engrossed in their conservative ways stay somewhat fervent
Unable to mount their attack
On capitalisms exploitable back,
To say the latter is postmodern slavery is to twist my cap back,
To go against any intellectual concept I've ever established and formed a pact
With myself to prove the benefit of the doubt,
Tis a false!
One can clamber up the rungs,
Each more frail and weathered as one
Ascends
Passion is the key to success,
Money is the outcome,
Doubt this principle and I'll tell you
Get a check up from the neck up,
A londoners slang, from the tongue of an alien,
Check the etymology of that as it's ambiguous in its statement
So, it might be clear,
Capitalism is a tabula rasa for every member
Inevitably bred into its capsule
If one can ingest the pill
It will down the road expose you to
Fracture, which one can fix with their own
Passion,
And capture,
Like pokemons the position of stature
A status hatched open in attempt
Of fruitful derision,
Derailed from the commoners
In haste of your powers
Every one of us can achieve it
No one said qualifications were a need be,
Just keep plodding on
And you'll eventually see
Capitalist propaganda
Is as sweet as Hennessy.