Make a corporation that eats your debts.
It swallows all those medical bills, the food
Ordered while waiting for death or life, wood
Bought to burn when the power is out
And all those mortgages moved to margin calls
Take all these college loans, these cars
That we must own to work to pay, the far
Distances to get there when the gas is all
Too much and plastic pays, and things break
And give it all to the new company, a lamb
Fresh born in white paper to take and make
A go of things with all that human cursed goddamn
It stumbles from the darkness born in debt
But not alive, so we can just choke it in bed.
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