A poem about repetition, risk, and what gets lost when creativity is filtered through what feels safest to sell. Capitalism drains creativity, squeezing what was once fresh, milking the familiar for another sequel, another remake, another safe return. New ideas struggle to break through, buried beneath the weight of past success, dismissed before they can take root, too risky to invest in, too different to try. The genres that dominate now were once untested, uncertain, given space to grow before they were packaged, commodified, and repeated. Art is more than a product. It needs risk, not just return. Support creation, don’t stifle it. #Poetry #Creativity #Art #Capitalism #Risk #Culture #Originality