Debit capitalism Poems
debit capitalism
by Matthew Conrad
cultural marxism - whatever that implies when
facing cultural darwinism and cultural capitalism"
gambling had to come about from
%... that odd multiplier of something
sentenced to be non-divisible...
credit capitalism: debt and usury...
debit capitalism... what a foreign concept...
would debit capitalism ever allow gambling?
credit capitalism sure as hell does...
i'm not economist... but the simpler the motto...
......
aversion of the candle (ì, i, í)
by Matthew Conrad
.*you're using all the right words: for all the wrong reasons... and let's face it: if women own the monopoly on reproductive avenues... then men hold the ego-key, to slot their presence, through a door, that curbs or gives allowances, to what is thought... sex was nether a transluçent enterprise... oh look... the Roma sigma pops up... dire straits: de profundis - money for nothing riff - boogie boogie... milkshakes from the 1950s 'n' all... you know what my biggest pet peeve is? the englih language imitating ancient Latin, i.e. not applying diacritical "punctuation" markers to close in on syllables and make the language atomic (i.e. H is hydrogen, He is helium)... fuck me... the same Brits who lived in the 19th century, are not the same Brits living in the 21st century... no wonder the fertility rate is s goddam low.... try fucking an english bride... no thank you; i'd rather fuck a female gorilla.*
the milkman passes my house
at, circa, 3am...
see the van skid around the bend
up the hill...
i listen to music at volumes
equivalent to my father working
the construction site -
......
debit capitalism
by Matthew Conrad
cultural marxism - whatever that implies when
facing cultural darwinism and cultural capitalism"
gambling had to come about from
%... that odd multiplier of something
sentenced to be non-divisible...
credit capitalism: debt and usury...
debit capitalism... what a foreign concept...
would debit capitalism ever allow gambling?
credit capitalism sure as hell does...
i'm not economist... but the simpler the motto...
......
aversion of the candle (ì, i, í)
by Matthew Conrad
.*you're using all the right words: for all the wrong reasons... and let's face it: if women own the monopoly on reproductive avenues... then men hold the ego-key, to slot their presence, through a door, that curbs or gives allowances, to what is thought... sex was nether a transluçent enterprise... oh look... the Roma sigma pops up... dire straits: de profundis - money for nothing riff - boogie boogie... milkshakes from the 1950s 'n' all... you know what my biggest pet peeve is? the englih language imitating ancient Latin, i.e. not applying diacritical "punctuation" markers to close in on syllables and make the language atomic (i.e. H is hydrogen, He is helium)... fuck me... the same Brits who lived in the 19th century, are not the same Brits living in the 21st century... no wonder the fertility rate is s goddam low.... try fucking an english bride... no thank you; i'd rather fuck a female gorilla.*
the milkman passes my house
at, circa, 3am...
see the van skid around the bend
up the hill...
i listen to music at volumes
equivalent to my father working
the construction site -
......
