How Much Space Does a Man Need?
My attempt at Bukowski-like social commentary poetry…
I find it interesting that the richer you are the more goddamn space you take up. Palaces swallow acres, while the rest of us rot in the broom closets and cupboards of America. Yachts drag their fat bellies across the water while men claw for a door or a table— rats fighting for a plank in the shipwreck.
Isolated in your one seater limo while the rest of us, cram like beef in six-foot wide tin rectangles, breathing each other’s air, sweat, stench. What happens when one hoards wealth, like a gluttonous dragon?
When gold rots teeth like sugar, poisons a desire for intimacy, for proximity. The richer you are,
the more god. damn. space you take up!
All that money, and the first thing he buys is the right to forget
the rest of us exist.
To sprawl.
To spread out.
To stretch his legs
across the world
and call it business done well.
What gives them the right
to take up
so much
fucking
space.
About the Creator
Sandor Szabo
I’m looking to find a home for wayward words. I write a little bit of everything from the strange, to the moody, to a little bit haunted. If my work speaks to you, drop me a comment or visit my Linktree
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Comments (4)
I find it universally ironic that I read this after seeing an image of the east wing getting demolished…
Wow, this packs a serious punch, and it's supposed to. The anger here is palpable and completely earned, and you've channeled it into some really visceral, powerful imagery.
"All that money, and the first thing he buys is the right to forget the rest of us exist." Omggg this is so freaking true! Loved your poem!
I really appreciate this, accurate observations with a relatable sense of anger.