He lives in a growth machine.

Aiming for good grades in school.
Working hard to earn that extra buck.
Thinking of ways to make people spend more.

The world revolves around cost and benefit.
Those who strive for profits are rational.
Those who don't are dumb.

The society has different classes.
The most superior lives in sky-high penthouses.
The middle-class stays in apartments.
At the bottom are labourers, working with their sweat and blood, sleeping in cramped bunk beds.

He lies in the coffin, waiting to die.
He counts the value of his numerous assets.
Just over a billion dollars.

The undertaker pushes him into the cremator.
He smiles satisfied.