when you shake the magic eight ball
and your vanity took you so high,
above us
and I
just know,
and I am waiting
for you to fall
from your pedestal.
America takes mouthfulls
of undigestable cotton balls,
steel tracks, tobacco
and feigns its growth.
Taste the sweetness
of Cuban sugar, communist funded cigars
the devils of capitalism.
Its stomach grows, hungry
for more of the liquid and solid
golds produced by the theoretical
currencies we impose.
Coffee grounds and barrels of oil,
must have it all for wall street dreams.
China feed our plastics,
make me Christmas in a box
and wrap it in ribbons from machines
watched by children,
their hands small enough to hold
and be chopped away.
Bitter droves of hungry
stay at home and miss their
pay, can't feed the mouths
wide open before them.
Bitter droves of the margins
stand wide-eyed at the
pockets of the businessman
with three new cars and a vacation home.
The bread wasn't enough, the
roof of sustenance skyrocketed,
the bank took all the money in
Argentina. We watch you default on your
loans- you owe us, you owe the world
a neoliberal prophecy we have proposed.
The beggar and the brand of
toxic shit in a can, stand back
and watch us chug our coke
and buy our drug.
Watch the waves of ignorance as
the immigrant dies of dehydration
with lone long coyotes waiting to
take them down.
Taste the sweat of the brow of the
African in constant war; they
rape and pillage unlike any
textbook report.
Give your blood, give your fire
for the America we inspire.
Our Consensus shows that yes we
are relentless, take our word for it
you will triumph in free-world
wonders with development.
Where is the remorse?
Have we lost our compassion?
And all the time we're waiting
for the answer.
