To survive a wealthy commune
of subtle and crafty individuals
you must ply the art of agreeable praise,
innoculate your bootless temper immune
to those surreptitious member residuals
and avert your piercing, annoying gaze,
though having detected a covert Nobility,
your rise to the dream may be gradual
and a few will arrive ahead of others
on Board of Directors deniability
that an affluent comminard class
keeps no sister or brother
if psychiatry bills cramp an ability
to float their million dollar stash
where profit and loss ever boom and crash
and corporate communes add up the year
abandon hope all you troubled folk
who enter here.

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