Open Poetry #48 |
Corporate America |
Michael
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Corporate America I look upon secular shores And I, this drifting wreck of man, Take note the ephemeral stores That mark your mighty human plan... ...Who cogitate the weight of soul, Then piece it up for due reward. ...Who hang the rabbit from the pole That we, as mad hounds, all run toward. Out of our rusticated themes, To take part in some grand charade That exists, but the stuff of dreams-- A line of lemmings on parade. Where all those truths we learn from birth Tally up to one bottom line, Once every cent of measured worth Is gone, and you're tossed to the brine. To wash up on some distant beach, A man without a plan, but free. Till propaganda from the leech Lures you back in, most willfully. Michael Anderson |
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