they should fashion their ties
with the knot of a hangman’s noose
and drive to work listening
to chopin’s marche funebre.
there’s should be a notice
above the motto (to serve and protect)
notifying - first come first served.
take a number, wait in line,
my grandparents told me that
that’s what communism was like.
big business is different
in that government is even bigger yet.
but there’s bound to be a gillette
sticker on a tank somewhere.
we’re all in business, one way
or another.
fortune five hundred should have death
listed at the top,
but no one tallies the g.d.p. of that,
do they? should they?
fear is an industry too,
but it’s invisible.
i can smell it over the stink
of factories and traffic.
you can’t even cover it up
with chanel or drakar noir.
they can smell it too,
and it turns them on.
they’re recruiting at a mall near you.