By Hi Cell Lo...

Such a contradicting contrarian chic,
Two negatives cooked booked positive,
Else wise all looks quite bleak,
Whilst riding pre-bursting bubbles to peak,
Capitalistic math manipulates that way,
Shouldn't I be giddy my knees so weak,
Wasting precious existence each day,
As opportunity knocks and exploitation flocks,
We spin the digits and the widgets,
Warning! instantaneous free market midgets at play.

I make money in the Neocon reality,
Yet revulsion lurks before dried ink,
The rip and tear of war torn peoples,
Bored with that before yellowed pages in sync,
Wash my sins in vaulted steeples,
Cleansed in the forgiven dipped drink,
Bare young soldiers lose life and limb,
The market has that all factored in,
Capitalism’s ugly sin.

Buy on rumor sell on news,
Same old so-so concerning Muslims and Jews,
I understand usage yet disgusted in seeps,
The consistent no surprise up we go creeps,
I love the benefits I get from the corp whore... yet yik,
Materialistic consciousness left unfulfilled,
Creative excessiveness killed,
Were I a lifeless matchstick,
Were a matchbox to hold my clothes,
I might have more time to write better prose.