Free-Market Free-Fall
When I first heard
That we were living
In the throes of
‘Late-stage capitalism’,
Well, I was cheered-up
At the vibes this was giving –
That the end was in sight,
Be it progress or schism.
I mean, just how late
Can a ‘late-stage’ be
Before it collapses
To Marx or to Keynes ?
But no, it seems
That it still staggers free,
Like a zombie economy
Sucking our brains.
And meanwhile, it looks like
The environmental
Cannot hang around
For the axe to come down
And the final blow-out
Will not be gentle,
Salting the earth
And polluting the town.
The cancer is terminal,
Now we all know –
So just topple already,
Accept your fate !
But for most of us,
Still the car crash is slow –
And the late-stage’s ending
Is far too late.
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