Friday, October 31, 2008

 
Cargo Cult of Capitalism


They promised to return with all the wonderful goods we couldn’t
get on the island.

We waited and waited and the children grew up and left to work
in horrible factories.

Finally, complained to the sons and daughters of those who promised.

They took mercy, we thought. Tramp Ship stopped by.

When we opened our crate it was shit.

Note said: Suckers flow through the generations.

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