saturday's lament (intro)

wheels turning and cogs grinding these grains of corn - modified and chemically accentuated to a tasteless but star quality money-making product, and if it exceeds the quota just dump it in the ocean so the little fishies can grow fat and swell and burst thru greed in their little survival of the fittest game. if it never stopped cos that soya waste oil wouldnt stop belching from the fountain of youth to keep barbarosa's eyes from drowning the world - a prison broken from the chain-gang's tribal markings and bald hispanics, but there's no low-riders here - thats cos tito didnt grease his hydrolics (cos he had no soy-beans) and his illegitimate daughter fell under the wheels of a schoolbus driveby. yellow death bought by a top-hatted east india company revived, but now it's focus is it's big brother over the sea to the west, however tired it may be getting of scratching his back, and now they've sneakily come back round to a kind of polite shadow-play empire they learnt from the japanese after the double-flash of enola's holier-than-thou cargo. something big 50 can try to hide and pretend never happened, but its one of those 'out damned spots' that it'll never be rid of.. even now polite niceties dont hide formulaic mistrust, and the protagonists all hold what they have behind their backs and say they have none - will you give me some? ..in playground party tricks the bully is always beaten at home - a dark shadow in the closet only coming out at night, and this vampirism is contagious, and extends cos no-one's stopped the chain-reaction that bleeds the earth. however, no-one much is banking on gaia's re-equilibrium and karma's vengeful reciprocity so what? we wait and kill and hope our time never comes cos the re-payment's gonna be incomparable. here, take the world, and another, and the sun, and the moon to buy my sanctity. but it'll never do...

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