The Unseen Head of the Market

The sheer numbers overwhelm
When measuring scale and scope
Of the pseudo choices
And pseudo possibilities
Presented in Hyper Real 3-D
Projected on the psyche
Of the typical human dope
Who maintains his human hope
Despite the total infiltration
Of his core identity

You are what you eat
What you smoke
What you watch on your TV
You are your prescription meds
You are the goop on your head
You are your iPod
You are a shiny red hot rod
You may be a jazz head
Or an indie rocker instead
It matters not a bit
As long as you keep your wits
And consume, consume, consume
Consume, consume

Getting tired?
Don’t worry son
Although this game
Cannot be won
We would never consider you
To be a commodity

Lean back and relax
We will loan you some cash
For what you should never ever ask
Or we’ll knock you from your perch
In the shrinking middle class
And at the bottom
You’ll have to clean
Your own shirts
And mine
Lay off the starch!

Who gives a damn
About the market’s unseen hand
Who is taking care
Of the system’s unseen head?
I’m pretty sure it isn’t me
I’m fairly sure it isn’t you
Oh well, belly to the bar
We are all here to consume

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Echos:

Words and Collage by Jay Larsen

Created on computers and software

Owned by giant corporate cats

Who allow me to squeak like a mouse

Caught in their trap

Because they also own the network

That brings this to you