This is one of the few political poems I've written.

Capitalists and Carcinomas

'Grow, grow, grow your profits', 'maximize', and 'super-size',
capitalists talking business together, like cancer cells, conspire
to propagate a greedy creed: Multiply, proliferate, metastasize.

Capitalists and carcinomas alike on the one-track, half-witted drive
to increase productivity; expand market share; merge, and acquire;
to grow, grow, grow your profits, maximize, and super-size,
.

Capitalists and carcinomas strive for the same goal—the whole pie,
though their victories will be the death of them, they continue to aspire
to propagate a greedy creed: Multiply, proliferate, metastasize.

Cheering as stock market indices soar into the bluest of blue skies,
ignoring the harm inflicted world-wide by their consuming desire
to grow, grow, grow your profits, maximize, and super-size,


Capitalists, and carcinomas both, conquer without compromise;
taking over everything in reach, swallowing smaller entities entire;
to propagate a greedy creed: Multiply, proliferate, metastasize.

As the belly of the beast bloats, as the vampire markets suck us dry,
our skeletons re-organize around what’s left, no longer required
to propagate a greedy creed: Multiply, proliferate, metastasize;
to grow, grow, grow your profits, maximize, and super-size,