Ideas about Capitalism
as a Method for Social Control
Have Already Occurred to Others
I got a letter
, Andy Worhol
, my Dad
, Marlboro Man
, L. Ron Hubbard
, Yul Brenner
It said, “We’re kicking you out of the Borg
Well, I said, that’s nice. Lemme know when the paperwork
You see, it’s because I’m tired . . .
I’m tired of living a life measured out for me
In some type of spoon
Where I have two choices:
For death Against life
Thanks for making that decision for me, can you make some more.
(es) should I worship
Tell me what I think is beautiful, make my only urge to sleep with random
I define beauty
in my Love’s image,
An image of smiles, which we know will create lines,
As crow’s feet
in perfect beaches
Fossils in a volcano
I’m unwilling to redefine it into beauty as
An image of indifference
Slack unconscious unaware
So, can you do it for me.
I like my women like I like my coffee, murky and bitter
, single serving only
And I know that can’t be right!
Give me my women
like I know I should like them, in a plastic
I am Jack’s bisected sense of masculinity.
I am Jack’s subincised sense of humanity.
Whatever. I’m tired, I’m tired of doing comedy
I’m tired of you smiling with your heroin
look of indifference
Lips slightly parted like a pinup girl
an impaled butterfly
, your complacence
And I’m tired of you asking me what am I doing in your store
I’m just trying to figure out what you’re selling
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