Everything I fucking buy
Is dripping with blood (of)
Victims of convenience
My money fills guilty pockets.
Today I chain you to
Your fucking shelves
And burn your fucking
Marketplace to the ground
I’ll fucking starve
Before I give you
One more cent of
My dignity.
NOTES (2015):
This song is sort of a fantasy. I don't think that withdrawing our individual productive, consumer or even communicative/cultural capacities from capitalism, or any other system, will eliminate it/them.
The systems merely steam-roll onwards, while we sit back with self-righteousness and self-congratulation and lay responsibility for their continuation on those who buy the wrong thing or make whatever other wrong personal choice. Is there another way?
