A Communist Utopia's Transition to Capitalism

Just a funky punk monkey

Still hunkering down

In a bunker

Like nuclear waste

Underground

In debunking

Dysfunctional

Government sites

Black as nights

Without stars

Shedding light

On the sighting

Of UFO

Not so reality

Shows

I have seen

Where the wild things go

In a dream

From a nightmare returned

To tell tales

No one cares

To oblige

Even moments in passing

Me by

To describe

What utopia

Really implies

And belies

To the eye

And its peace of mind’s

Cheapest disguise

As a verdant oasis

Of homeostasis

Devoid of all suffering

Heinous disgraces

But parity

Rarely exists

In such forms

That impurity

Prurient norms

Haven’t borne

The frail weight of the psalm

Before storm

Or the thinly veiled

Heavy crown

Lying adorns

For each rose has its thorn

And despite the new flower

In bloom on the Horn

By the ivory towers

Into

I was torn