Social Currency

no one utilizes the people they know efficiently;
gather them up and stand them in a line,
shuffle them at random and offer them a number
that will be easier to remember than their name;
place them in little factories; with little windows; big walls;
make sure the doors are hermetically sealed,
watch them go to work; sending all that love down the line,
there you will reap the rewards of true friendship;
within a box, a bow wrapped and tied on top,
place the most valuable  commodities,
pack the luxuries with bubble wrap, this is where you
ensure the dividends are made; this is where you divide
the number of people by the number of their importance;
this is how you utilize your resources effectively.

Lunch TRek

Buildings never move
beyond window
they don't turn on
don't listen to the axis
my eyes,
deep set in brain time
at the wrong way turn,
a misunderstanding,

each day a badge check
each day a turnstile ride,
each day at lunch the same steps
same destination, same

everything--

almost every conversation, reference
God Almighty, god of numbers
god o' green,
each day a holy countdown,
calender day,
each day speak the name on your lips

money.

School Bell

Children know what we teach'em

Children know money

love money

seek money

don't shave money

hoard money

honor money

worship money

never give up money

hide money

invest money

pay money

pray money

find money

trade money

keep track of money

earn money

find value in money

understand money

children become adults eventually

die for money

teach those essential lesson about money

leave money behind

worthless money

Limp

The ladies in the cafeteria
jabber on in Japanese eating with
chopsticks and the hallways are filled
with languages I can't even discern
there's so many speakers and voices
and all of them are helping to rape
some country that they're probably from
or maybe they've reserved their witless wrath
for some peasant or pilgrim or refugee
they'll never glimpse but to pity them
on National Geographic pornography
and they're all uncle toms
or hypocrites or bleeders and probably
accountants too
fucking everything up.