Captains of Industry

The laundry mat is always full.

washing machines
massive blocks of white cubes.

Islands in a sea of color.

The mismatched dressed patrons
of the laundry mat, look like
pirates.

Captains of their laundry carts.
They hang
brassieres,
bed sheets,
and stained work clothes on the carts
like sails
on a ship.

Fighting off one another,
waiting to strike,
taking the dryer like plunder.

While the washers spin like vortexes,
whirlpools in their bellies.
hungry monsters
eating up all the loot.

The mismatched patrons, the wives of the
working class.
keeping their husbands and their work clothes clean-
keeping the washing machine going in order to
keep the cogs in the machine of Capitalism going.

Industrious.

Masters of their own destiny
and the true
Captains of Industry.

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