It’s named for someone tormented
for all eternity
And cherished everywhere
for its unmatched capacity
To charge us all
with global ads & connectivity,
As child labor puts it in our hands
To tantalize by showing figures
shapelier than we
Can ever have, and faces we can
never touch, just see
Promoting merchandise
that’s out of reach of budgets we —
Who say this metal comes from shithole lands
Yet won’t admit we’re racist —
have had opportunity
To blow on charges it presents
as our prosperity
Since we can seem not as we are
but as we long to be
Free from a debt that endlessly expands.
February 2018
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