Two hours into
The first shift, and you
Have already learned.
[Head up, smile!
Head down, follow.]
A rhythm of Submission,
The clatterclank of capitalist desires.
[Head up, smile!
Head down, follow.]
Paper or plastic?
The words blend together,
Although they sometimes they speak-
A patient at the hospital...
...Goes to school with my son, and...
it just costs too much!
-useless words about their lives.
[Head up, smile!
Head down, follow.]
Did you find everything alright?
[Shy smile, bat eyelashes]
Yessir, would you like
Paper or plastic?
[Head up, smile!
Head down, follow]
Clatterclank capitalism,
a rhythm of Submission.
Anarcho-capitalism makes no sense. It's so paradoxical. All it's just lassie fare capitalism on steroids. No one is happy except the CEOs who force people to work, with no checks and balances.