Saturday, December 18, 2004

IF THE SANTA MARIA HADN'T SANK

“No future no future/ No future for you/ No future no future/ No future for me”

- Jones/Cook/Rotten/Matlock

My Fellow Man,

Have Faith.

Have Faith.

Have Faith.

The World is Yours to Conqueror

Or to be Conquered.

To Enslave

Or to be a Slave.

All I want is what is mine

All I want is…

All I have is, theirs

All I am is…

And the World wants nothing of You

Nothing of You, but Your audience,

Your believership, Your consumership,

Your Santa Maria.

Have Faith.

My fellow man,

Have Faith.

Have Faith.

Cut us off in traffic

Cheat us out of pennies.

You’ll get ahead;

You will get ahead.

You need nothing

You want everything

You want it now

You can’t have it now!

You now want it more

You now have less

You now will give more to have it

You now will give even more.

Less than less, a debt incurable

And they’ll tell You, You still need it

And You still believe, because Your neighbors all have one

Or so You believe, and if they don’t—You will have it first.

And their envy will be Yours

for the moment.

And You believe You beat everyone to the prize,

to the golden one.

And You are saved

And You are forgiven

And Your religion was right

And then You realize…

And then You realize:

What You bought

And what was sold—

was You.

Have Faith.

Have Faith,

My fellow man.

Have Faith.

But You believe:

No one else has what I have

I was the first

They are all the followers.

And You continue:

I am the leader

I am ahead of the game,

I am the one who is winning.

And then You get cut off in traffic

And then You realize, yet again:

You were marketed

Your favorite song from Your youth, made You do it.

Maybe someone understands You.

Finally, You are related to

Your cause is no longer a struggle

A rebel no more.

Your rebellion lost to Your own revolution

Your high school reunion of marketeers—

Beat You.

Your revolution sold and bought by You.

You the original—You the leader

You, the fucker that cuts people off

With complete disregard, wearing Your

god-save-the-universe-bumper-faith-but-You-first sticker.

Have Faith.

Have Faith;

Have Faith,

My fellow man.

And then You realize:

You spoke out of turn…

Too many times;

You gave away the punch line…

Too many times;

You touched Your best friend’s wife…

Too many times;

You ignored Your family…

Too many times;

You wanted more and more and more…

Too many times;

You wanted what You thought was best for all of us…

Too many times;

You wanted what was best for You…

Too many times.

And then You realize, this time:

It is too late for You

To have faith…

In You, Your fellow man.

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