a trend factory
blasting b-boy beats
tuned down by House/dance
commercial Elites
and the hooks all change
to the pricing savvy
or mundane
hip hop clop trop
misogynistic bullshit
and the rattling speakerbox
is your own counterculture
hollowed out and bumping their
fucking commercial shit
and there's nothing you can do
but spit at it or call it what it is
or just pray it goes away
but it won't--
it's what IS,
this a capitalist-world ethos,
one Utility to all,
all devoured in gross consumption
all engulfed in Buy and Have,
this a corporate-slave Pangea
this a culture built on lust,
built on envy and on greed
goading hoarding and mistrust
where in which
each step is this:
another ad, another sign,
each appeal designed to cloy,
chorus calling to hypnosis
commercials selling soul-
replacement kits and glossy-packaged selves--
now tell me this,
in a world of crass hypocrisy,
and plutocratic myth,
of collared inspiration
and corporate co-opting,
is complicity required,
must our ignorance be bliss?
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