A big threatening corporation.
The CEOs and Employees are pompous rich-boy assholes.
They spit on the weak and scoff at the homeless.
But the homeless remain happy, friendly, and promising.
They don't need money, fame, or respect from anyone else to be happy.
They look at the corporation as being sad and pathetic because that's what they strive on.
Money. Kicking the dead so they have something their friends can laugh at so they still feel useful.
Fame. Fortune.
Then one day, something funny happens.
The corporation starts losing its employees.
The public gets fed up with them.
The public and the homeless start to realize how weak the corporation really is.
The corporation starts striving and struggling, gargling their weak malodorous cries for help as they reach for the hands of the homeless. Crying for the public. Screaming for respect and yearning for a change.
But nothing changes.
Nothing happens.
They fall.
They crash.
They attempt to stand up.
They find an abandoned building and a couple friends, and try repairing it.
Across the street they see the homeless in a large new house.
The public comes in with smiles, they leave with smiles.
Everybody is happy. Everybody is grand.
Yet the homeless still occasionally, with barely a thought in their mind, look across the street at the sad little shack that Corporate has resided in, trying to scrape up the remains of their dignity.
And they think to themselves.
"They should have remained Logical"
