Trickle Down Apocalypse

The middle get poorer, the top gets richer and the public is passed down the new and improved system of selling a kidney to make rent. When they say they're working "for the people" and the people are really working for them. Donating their life to servitude for the scraps of inflation and peril of the quality of life. A country pretending to still be a magnus of wealth and opportunity but it's really the opportunity to apply for food stamps when you get home from your third job. When the income that 20 years ago would have been considered well off barely buys the tent you now live in while you stream happy juice from your device that was supposed to fix everything and cry into your cereal that cost $15 a box. Food that is really poison to wring more money out of a propped up populous of vaccine zombies and Starbucks Karens. A Marxist Utopia. Cogs that are asleep while they work, nodding while they are obliterated and say "thank you sir may I have some more?" when the next guillotine falls. This is the longest, slowest, most expensive apocalypse ever. Open your throat and say ahhh as they pour the elixir of sheepledom into the gob that stays silent and runs into the building as the world burns.