Ode to Capitalism

Ode to Capitalism with his rosy five-fingered grip!
Ode to marketing and omnipotence and bails!
You fill the business pages in black and white print,
retching out diamonds and cellular clones.
You bull into the myelin and into the bones.
The best minds of x generation are squealing for your “i” and your “e.”
Eeeeeee! Ode to the financial fix, the world crank!
So cool, so registered, so credit-card crass,
You are as fecund as goddess carcinoma,
as immaculate as country-club chicken,
carte blanche in the mud floes of ideological time.
Reincarnate you are, Mr. Capital!
No amount of cat calls or match strikes
repels your obsessive propulsion.
You talk dirty in prime skulls, shoot up gelatinous green.
When once and for all you crash into the wall,
will even one bank account be left behind?