If the poor believe that their condition can be improved by judicious entry into the systems of power, who stands in genuine opposition to those systems?

It's all in The Book, as my religious aunt used to say whenever I had some foolish youthful question like "Why is the sky blue?" or "When can I eat?" or "Why did you handcuff me to this radiator and why is it so dark down here?"

I am alone all day/night, so apologies in advance if I start to take your order and then bolt over the counter, knocking you to the pavement in a breathless rush as I vault through the hatch and sprint down Allison Street into the wet night air, never to be seen again by man nor beast.

In that event, I give you full permission to raid the fridges and take home whatever cannoli filling or pork products you find, lest they eventually spoil and go to waste.