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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
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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