blind bliss
the empty contour of yesterday
turns on itself
jets to oblivion
paper streams celebrate
the century’s end
thus piled
at the foot of the terminal
a mound of teeth
and convalescence in search of illness.
all the hollow men
search for gold
in the horizon
new markets for a growth
that reward the richest
insatiable thirst to fill what cannot be filled.
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to survive under capitalism
the bourgeoisie must make a profit
through the exploitation of new resources, labourers and markets
the opening of new industries
which attract further investors
until the industry becomes bloated
and competition drives the price of the commodities they produce so low
that the market is flooded with too many goods for consumers to purchase
in this irrational excess
artificial scarcity is deployed
which amounts to the destruction of commodities
like the pouring of butter into a pit in the ghettos of britain
as starving families watch without comprehension
because its more economically viable to destroy what can't be sold
than to give it away
because then where would your consumers be?
we live in a world of abundance
that is kept from us
for the sake of profit
because once a commodity is free, it's worthless
and so are we