who is ruling you
where does the money come from
how does it flow
what does it create
who is the crown
in deep waters
lost
and alone
we cry out for change
as i said before
change costs.
are you paying for it?
with your life?
with your hard earned cash?
bills in hand
screaming!
HERE I AM
A HUMAN!
i have a voice
and something to say
will you listen
or speak over me
the money does
as i watch another episode
of big-budget social critique
hbo showing off
a dream to follow
i get lulled into
THINK!
but forget
dont go out
dont actually do something about it
stay in
watch
talk about it
even raise your voice
"you see!"
thats what i told you
big business
the enemy
selling off
our emotions
our only hope
our only chance
our only trade
a barter
another pretentious mind
writing down thoughts of rebellion
against who
the power of capital?
dont you wanna be part of it
part money
part human
who needs them
down there
who am i even
to fucking align
myself to them
poor basterds
scraping
hungry
cold
who are they?
if not me.
rambling again
following a notion
drunk
10 euro whiskey down my throat
its a weekday
you listen
i hope
utterly scared
that this is a waste
of time
and mind
listening to somebody
who could not rile up
a hand full of change
from these big buddies
with their big accounts
its a brand portfolio
and im not part of it
got off track
in your drunken stupor
lush ideas
something to say!
you remind yourself
that you are...
a human.
worth something
they dont see that
how should they
robots
the ai is nothing new
middle management
is birthing them for eons
branding is their face
money is their heart
consumers the slaves
and souls are dead
nothing new on tv
business as usual
coffee is for closers only
you call yourself a salesman
where is your office
paid your taxes
before you even get a job
commie faggot
for years in your room
screaming for equality
and gettin overlooked
when it finally arrives
its big business bubbe
and its prize is freedom
only one thing counts
the scrutiny of the customer
ARE YOU INTERESTED
do i have your attention
the kids scream
as i screamed
for ice cream
did i get my scoop?
or was i left with just a wiff
i remain productive!
it may take brass balls to sell
but bronze ones to persist
as i get more and more fractured
into dialectic with my own timidness
and shriek about hegel and deleuze
to apparently awake minds
when they are locked up in self therapy and tik tok reformation
all hustlers crave publicity
i say to myself
and wave away another misunderstanding
another human interaction that lead to a dead end
im not woke im tired
the message of free enterprise is gay
stay a slave to the freewheeling commonwealth of cheap product
and you will be permitted your sodomy
or hate it.
with you whole body and heart
cause our subsidiary has the good shepherd plushy on sale for you too
praise the ends and ignore all the means
anything, except shrinking profits
you cant cope?
well crucifixion awaits the non believers
our city sold to cocktail parties
another branded sideshow
filled with giddy whirl of thieves
cheap and greed as nourishment for the 'left'
finally a black woman playing the tunes!
as the same white quacks, clowns and philistines
fill their gimp pockets with your consciousness
what a social event
everybody was there, politically pure, fought the patriarchy
paid by specks of dust
from old money fonds
charity is not taxed you know
we only want a mite of your essence
as they viciously tear whole chunks out of you
an inhuman orgy fueled by guestlists and free rum
everybody anti establishment until they get the invite
one victory after another for big money
a new branch opened, another office build
and only the nine-to-fivers get the chance to shine
what a heap i think
in my boxers, pale and pessimistic
another blow out for the status quo
with non-transparent windows tinted in rainbows
where are the revolutionaries?
i whine to myself in gucci slippers, while slurping on instant coffee
did i sold out too?
or am i the last mammoth without a boss
as they turn to jelly at the sight of cameras
i turn away
im not a trained pig
and when other mill around like sheep
waiting for the photographer to push the magic button
so they can say
I WAS THERE
i feel sad that i wasn't
but also vigorously unshackled
blood pumping thru my veins again
what they disposing off
at horrendous tolls
i ain't buying
their luxury smells like day-old shit
shutting it out
goin to war for myself again
keep a childish flame fed
'poor' me against the illiterate infidels
delusional
with absolute morality?
may be.
if you think something,
then be that thing.
i tell myself
look forward or look back...
that's life.
here is your moment
use it
heave yourself out
of self administered fright
whats the point of worry
they gonna make a buck
you gonna have too
they gonna spend some of it
you gonna have too
in the end
what is left
besides us
is only big business
