The CEO drones on about the company From a large colorful screen Remote and loud and rich His voice seeps into the empty assembly room His innovation the most capitalistic lilting sheen his words of Corporate values are seen By no one, Just one lone man sitting Stark naked and leaning Upon the cold and blue concrete floor.
All the workers are working; They know not Of how their leader is speaking bottom line prophecy: Clearly, a loop. Another Holographic Godless creator Of pastel green money. A boney-strong hand grips the office door. If this were a movie, The man would be Abraham or Hamilton Or Jefferson... Come to save the empty meeting- But he’s just another one. And it’s never a happy movie to live so weightlessly and “fate-less-ly”; Suspended by the hope of Past delusions.
He sits beside the naked, obligated, sad Fellow Swimming in the lamp light Of severance Of the projection screen Maybe as close to America as they’ve ever been Together But they ignore this, and They wait for the end of the video.
This was a weird vision I had inspired by the movie American Factory, and some of the paintings by Banksy.