Two roads, one destination sign that lies to your face. Capitalism spins in gold loops going nowhere fast. Communism takes the express lane off a cliff. You're standing right in the middle, pretending you have options. This isn't subtle. It's not supposed to be.

Because pretending the road doesn't end somewhere is the real joke.

One road loops. One road ends. You picked neither. Spin in circles or fall off a cliff. Pick your exit.

You are here. Nobody said here was safe.