Industrial Evolution
If I had a factory I would actually produce nothing at all because
Satisfaction can never be mass produced let alone happiness
Workers would not manufacture for their hands should be free
To craft rather than assemble in strict prearranged conditions
They would not sit idle of course but follow their creative minds
Overcome the vile dictate of fabricated needs for the masses
‘Back to poor roots’ established purveyors of doom interpolate
‘We need money machines not fine artisans and philosophers’
‘Leave thinking to the masters and disavow your utopian craze’
So while I am called a renegade rebel I lay claim to contempt
Of blindfolding slaves with cheap goods instead of pure virtue
Do not mind the malevolent label of anarchic revanchist treason
‘But what will they eat instead of the scraps from our production’
‘They will starve if we do not lead them like sheep to the slaughter’
‘We are kind humanitarians willingly sharing the means to our end’
I admit that my concept of work houses with no preordained tasks
Threatens the status quo throws a spanner into a well oiled machine
Of domination and marginalization fine tuned in centers of control
Yet the disorganized factory which I never owned in the first place
Will invent itself as soon as the non-workers can think on their own
Evolution is rather industrious and nothingness counts for a lot
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