Posted on

King Capital. 

Saturated with the profit
motive, driven
by greed at ever-increasing
speed towards

the wall where demand soars,
supply: nihil,
and we all crash. In the meantime,
you leave feeble
or seething people, your aching slaves, 
driven by desperation

into debt they can predictably never repay
in the clouds of dirt
behind you, vampires left to bite blind
like frenzied, starved
mosquitoes in the dust storm
of your wake.   

Just tell me with a fucking straight
face that this is just,
that this is hope rather than doom,
that this is fucking
picturesque.

Liar. 
Liar.
Liar.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s