KAPITAL
The market loves you
The market with its many invisible hands loves you
The market lifts the hem of your garment and speculates
The market bleeds behaves erratic as a beehive doused in gasoline
The market ventures on diamonds and coffee beans
The market is volatile as the climate which is volatile because of the market
Five little piggy’s went and were butchered one by one
The market exists for the fancy of financiers
Market prices are fixed and non-negotiable, sign here
The individual was invented to sell automobiles
A corporation is a synonym for an individual who dreams in rare earth metals
So christ threw merchants out of his churches
Today he can be worn around the neck for a clutch of change
So your suffering reverberates at the same pitch
As everyone else in your consumer identity category
People are resilient as market trends
People are points on a grid
People throw themselves from buildings and bridges because of the market
The market loves you as data on a map
As something that eats
The market drinks jet fuel and drunk tweets
Shorts futures then brags to its friends
The market calls the next day to apologize and really truly means it
The church passed laws that said jews were allowed to be
Money lenders only
and here we are, all of us, a few of us, most of us dead
The market knows what you want in bed
The thread-count of your linens
The market wants you but not your opinions
The market doesn’t want you to inquire into what money is
Who’s labor led to what riches why warfare keeps it pulsing and wet
This little piggy went to market and returned to its repossessed duplex
This little piggy went to market and came back with half its meat harvested
This little piggy went into a field and became the market
Vendors are currently hedging stock in its tenderloin
Algorithms are being written out in back fat
O market O maker
Once not long ago at a school in Chicago a few men sat around
An ornate wood table and hatched a plot in bloody mattresses
To set up a cage and called it data
Wrote out equations to funnel monies off into imaginary rooms
And here we are all these years later eating crow calling it chicken
Fellating war, famine, and carbon emissions
O individual don’t be terrified, all is fine, the market loves you
The market’s at an all-time high
