Welcome back
the boom's bust
and
reach for the sky.
The bourgeois highwaymen
mounted up
and rode disorder
riot through
the leveraged streets
with a balance sheet.
They put a gun
in the mouth of mayor
and purloined absolution.
See shell games
and see shells whistle
at the front
where capital
goes over the top
in fixed bayonet assault
at labor.
Compounded interests
withered the holdings
and held out
the collection plate.
The state
breaks like a wave
and brings tides
of liquidity
to the shores
of these trusts.
Crises of consumption
and speculation
and absurdity
are capitalism's comet.
Marketed freedom
and the apocrypha
of private property
brings with it
the freedom to fail.
1 comment:
only the individual--the public--has the freedom to fail, methinks. If you're part of the private sector (a large corporation perhaps), hey, no worries, the government will save you. Save the ship and let the people drown. That's the American way!
(reminds me: I had a dream of battle ships this morning. We were about to get our asses bombed. hmmmmm. Might be feeling the influences of that HIST class I'm transcribing for.)
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