I sit at the base of the pyramid pondering why it was Marx
Got things terribly wrong. Profits aren't falling. They're
Higher than ever. The working class, fractured and hopelessly
Fearful, surrenders to capital at every turn, as its owners
Accumulate power and wealth. What we have is a system,
A "mode of production," so stable as that of the manors
And lords. Any species which moves as a herd will be
Led, and those leaders will be believed better than those
Who plod dutifully, dumbly behind. History doesn't progress.
It just ambles until something drastic occurs. The sun's
Gotten low enough now that the pyramid shades me. I'm rapidly
Turning quite cold. Time to stand up and start heading for
Home, feeling sad that Marx got things so wrong.