Quarantine Capitalism
Elysia Baskins
I’m what they call
a sellout, a poster
child for being a
poser
Imposter syndrome the
size of a brick house
and my pride: a house
made of sticks
Say it, bitch, say it! I’m a
cocksucker for the corporate
conglomerate, a sheep in
wolf’s clothing, a slave to the
capitalist regime
And you want it! You
like it that way, don’t
you?
Don’t read me the riot act!
Don’t huff and puff and
blow away my straw man
argument
Between four and six a.m.
I own the world but the
other 22 hours it owns
me
If you’ve asked yourself:
What is the value of a human soul?
As it turns out
$15/hr, plus hazard pay
Elysia Baskins is a Queer Philly author of both adult and children’s short stories, as well as poetry—usually with a wicked twist. Her work has been published in Philadelphia’s local lit mag, Apiary, as well as the Pennsylvania Gazette and Penn’s feminist magazine The F-Word. When not writing, she enjoys sweets, stickerbooking, walking her dog, and playing Minecraft.
