Question Posed by a Billboard in Provo
I am Consumer America
Children make my clothes
instead of learning their natural history
Immigrants torture cattle, cheap meat labor
so I can say mmm mmm cheeseburger
And I drink beverages in plastic
made from privatized Coca-Cola water
to keep cool from the warming temperatures
caused by the burned fossil fuels
that got me here
I carry no ill intentions,
try to trade fair, recycle
I believe myself to be on a mission from God
moving naturally in my own time
looking to expand until I am the sun
Absolve me, Father, for I know
just what I do
Reading books, going to school
the World Bank
has turned me to a sinner
Ignorance is bliss
that’s why they believe in Heaven
Me- I am already in it, the best,
hogging my fun, trading secrets
Money is the Devil’s Shit
I store my faith in a piece of paper.
I store my little pieces of faith in a bank.
I have faith in the bank
and the machines representing it.
They break my use down to a number-
the value of wealth I am worthy of-
and I take it, for-tune-ate to be made in America,
and I spend it, like a good patriot,
until I am useless to the formula.
I travel and move,
sit still and drink,
walk and think,
eat everyday go to school
Just today I bought new clothes.
It was very convenient.
The clerk who swiped my card smiled at me
with the same shared forced faith in Visa’s profits
I crossed myself with the receipt
Genuflected at the air conditioned automatic doors,
a little bit older,
a little broker,
and said a prayer
the banks designed like Greek temples and American McDonald’s
collapse with me:
Upon this dying breath
May new found wisdom infest
The forms of the established-
computers, buildings, walls,
coins, streets, papers, all-
with a desire for morals!
And may God and I grant them.
Watch the slaves turn against the masters,
the system against the system,
and watch the tribes, freed of debt,
take care of themselves
make information beautiful
find joy in the working together,
The bearing of tender burdens.
News man in a suit
News lady in blue shirt
Does your teleprompter carry any good news today?
Did any squirrels go water skiing?
We’re all in this
Up to our balls
Grab what you can
You can grab it
Sell that ass
For a last dollar
Ride Last Dollar Road
until the engine breaks down
Sleep on the highway ridge
in the forever field’s ditch
under the bridge
wherever the fate of the inevitable
should happen to happen