Give me no thank you
And give me breath
The stage is where rage
Concentrates on noise
To be heard is the goal
There is not space
Between time and people
Such trash travels well
Its sweet stink brings the rats
Onto the deck of this dry-docked ship
Nibble nibble, sweaty teeth,
Anxiety is sophistry in dental garb
How many molars make a mol?
How many cavities
Bring pillow fame
To money mouths?
Today smells like a special economic zone
Where factories can do what free buildings do
And emit and oppress and contain
Thank you, Ayn, your vision
Has made our world
In the armpit hair mold
Of a cowardly economist
Our standard of living
Has never been more dire
In exchange for value at democratic
Market prices
Republicanism, represented by bought politics
And paid politicians,
Voted for by yours truly
And every thoughtful monk
Who just happened to get to the monastary
Before the TV ate the radio
And the Internet dissolved
The points and clicks and means
Roman Ryan 