Post Capitalist Blues

All this talk of

-you gotta know your

ancestors to know who you are-

is dragging me down

What if,

Just for a minute

You got capitalist in your genes?

Looking for the next opportunity to make the dream

What if,

for example

you got patriarchy running through your veins,

where you’ve been

devoured

discarded

then thought insane

What if

you think

cash is the answer,

a nice cabin by the lake

a ski trip in the mountains,

whatever it takes

What if,

if you’ve rejected your own people,

those who were stamped grade A

at the border

at the steeple

It’s a post capitalist world and we’re all filled with bile,

some of us know it and the rest just smile,

you can post

with your square sunglasses

for the insta,

the ticktock

the tweet

as long as no ones looking for the depth you’ve lost

or the friends you no longer keep

I’ve got the post capitalist blues

and you’re right, I don’t know what to do,

so I drink until I’m flattened

my reflection hides the truth