by Alivian Muir
Do you believe in a
profitable exchange for
both sides?
Businessmen and their lawyers
examine your skulls
and demand the rights
to drill into your consciousness,
to extract the thick nectar of oblivion.
They view our liquid thoughts
as an impersonal substance,
cerebral layers that can be
harvested, processed, and manufactured
into devices of amusement and convenience
for a bored, effete culture: a plastic doll
or perhaps a chemical that magically restores
wooden coffins to their original beauty.
Whatever they create,
it is obvious that perpetual energy is
needed to produce more of it,
more of the waste traveling through
the intestines of
pipelines, factories, and supermarkets
to finally drop into your backyard
as a pile of shit.
This is an official statement on business:
a series of imbalanced, corrupt transactions
that contribute to a vampiric economy,
one that exalts an imaginary market
while depreciating the very value
of life.
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