Force-feed them cake, wake the guillotine
from its slumber of centuries, lobotomize
your landlord then remove the brain—excerebration,
exhale hegemony, tonight we’re making debt jubilee.
We’re celebrating: capitalism is so late
it hasn’t even arrived. How you’ve never stepped
in the same river twice because Nestlé bottled the water,
bought it, for pennies, for profit, for stock options
and market incentives, for centuries marked
in American time. Chief executive officers
can’t stop the mob within our hearts—
dare they call it bleeding, like that’s a bad thing.
We can always extract more than value.
konczakowski