Global Pt. Ii: Global-I-Nation Poem by P.R. Prosper

I am global
Nobody can stop me
No election’s gimmicks, nor the cynics
And surely not the hopeful

I am global
I mass produce misery
By the truckload I touch those
Too basic for delivery
While handing, then branding
Them all with all our livery
They’ll risk and bleed to fill the need
For the next thing doomed to history

I am global
I work to kill jobs
Sending companies overseas
Turning people into mobs
But they never stay for a lower pay
Too small to pull corn off the cob
Why should I cry, be in favor of labor?
I’ll bring robots in to sob

I am global
I set aside to squander
The futures of the losers
Too broke to money launder
Listen to the wail ‘I’m too big to fail’
While my last scruple flies out and wanders
My cash is made ‘fore your life is saved
Hmm…So much for first responders

I am global
I lie inside a network
Within the phone, within your home
I take away the guesswork
Of what you do and if you knew
That previous your chest hurt
To keep you right and living life
As thrilling as a desk clerk

I am global
I bar any invention
I take resources to raze ‘free’ forces
I’m larger than dissension
I speak in tongues of bourgeois slums
I invade all intentions
I eat small fish like a sushi dish
And starve you for attention