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the world is a business, Mr. Beale
alibi

he is not a boy anymore
 1
innocence robbed
 2
by fat cat industry officials
 3
running bottom line businesses
 4
concerned only with net profit
 5
appearing on pie charts and scatter graphs.
 6
 
 
not a child anymore,
 7
his days of playing in the sandbox
 8
were numbered;
 9
he's become a virulent strain of pandemonium,
 10
a fever polluting our people
 11
a malformed monster piecemealed together,
 12
the mouth-vomit of marketers
 13
 
 
a runaway freight train,
 14
no longer human
 15
since his signing, his mind is
 16
a brand that remains current
 17
its capital concern earning currency
 18
 
 
he's a transnational corporation
 19
with operations in China,
 20
Japan, India and France;
 21
a commodity, a stock
 22
bought and sold like chattel.
 23
 
 
he is a vacuum:
 24
a black hole turning inward
 25
swallowing everything like debris,
 26
he is a self-disassembling machine,
 27
a series of press releases
 28
and post-concert interviews
 29
an indivisible, unilateral business.
 30
 
 
a factory line assembly plant
 31
where tiny unpaid fingers
 32
produce tiny cheap bookmarks,
 33
and perfume
 34
posters, t-shirts, a sticker collection
 35
that gullible teens will place
 36
in their ring bound planners.
 37
 
 
he's now a symbol,
 38
he stands for nineteen dollars and ninety nine cents
 39
your daughter spent on a CD,
 40
the thirty dollar mug with his angelic mug
 41
the two-hundred dollar entry fee
 42
to attend his prefabricated
 43
pyrotechnical spectacular
 44
where fans' faces lit up like mirrors
 45
reflecting consumerism right back
 46
at the machine that made them.
 47
 
 
an icon, a fantastic fantasy
 48
featuring him in compromising positions
 49
like an eighteenth century harlot,
 50
legs swathed in velvet
 51
inviting and coy
 52
but just safe enough not to offend
 53
he's fun, fun for the whole family
 54
he's a trip to your local shopping mall,
 55
or a baseball game with peanuts and crackerjacks.
 56
 
 
he's the new black
 57
he's what's fashionable and stylish
 58
cut your hair like him
 59
become a cheap imitation
 60
a hollowed out husk
 61
a wax museum in Tussauds
 62
empty of independent thought.
 63
 
 
not a human being
 64
he's an ideology, a religion, a cult
 65
a cause to fly your banner under,
 66
a bumper sticker for your car,
 67
a perfect little nugget
 68
pumping out masturbatory tunes
 69
to soothe your broken spirit,
 70
subjugating and defiling;
 71
he's misinformation, an easy distraction
 72
entertainment for a nation that is pained
 73
raped of freedom
 74
mouths agape and beaten
 75
just lie there bleeding
 76
like crushed flowers
 77
underfoot.
 78

7 Feb 19


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