Capitalism owns my scalp
It sells real estate on it
I burn my hair to incinerate their homes, for sale signs impaling my brain
The embers dance rhythmically, over and over, faster and faster
There is something that stirs within them
It is the slithering snake of want, the soul of mother earth encased in its slender body
What was once dancing with the flames begins to churn uneasily
What once brought life to the flame begins to smother it
Turning the vibrant fire on my head into a cold impotent heap,
Smoking with the death of efficiency
I'm doing nothing but I don't have enough time to do
Anything.
Thank you, you're welcome
My final declaration:
I'll just sign in on my way out
That way you'll check the list and know I was here