Praised be the evil ones
who make us look good—
Those ones of aggression and meanness
whose judgment is faulty, those
selfish and greedy, thoughtless of others—
The ones too ambitious to do their own
dirty work, those kingpins of capital,
those plotters
Pompous and righteous, their antics enrage,
their narrowness sickens us. Yet,
without them we’d be sadly
indistinct. So, praise them
Let us praise them