What a beautiful
commodity.
Stock and bond, sale and trade,
eyes overworked and quietly
yielding a tear - not of sadness,
or at least not of loss.
There can be no such waste,
not when there is so much
left to do, still to push - price tags
need printing and sticking,
inventory... Well, who cares
about inventory, the computer
can just make more,
can just pinch and remodel
forever and
ever,
until all we have on offer
is a famished facsimile.
But imagine the profits!
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