Every economy overproduces
So what happens to the waste?
It becomes a commodity
To be secured and traded
By the magic of capitalism
Even shit no one wants has value
But lets take a typical share
And follow its vicissitudes
Now a company goes public
Like a pervert losing his raincoat
And pieces get sold off
These are called shares
The idea is that you buy a piece
Of this company
And you share in its profitability
If it doesn’t make a profit
Your money is down the toilet
If it does make a profit
You’re smelling like roses
Financial planners exist
To tell you this is a good thing
But they are bottom feeders
Sucking up the shit of larger fish
But wait – there’s more…
The company you have bought shares in
Is one of millions in a global casino
Called “The Free Market”
Where anything goes – thus the word “FREE”
So while your well-intentioned share
Is boggling about in the vacuum
Of free market international capital
There are traders out there betting on it
That’s right, like big odds roulette
And not only are they betting on your
share
It’s rise or eventual fall
They are betting on the value
Of the company issuing the share
The amount of debt owed by that company
The value of the raw materials it uses
Even the value of the currency used to buy
them
It doesn’t stop there
Once the company in which you have bought
shares
Has made their product and shipped it
Someone has to clean up
And this is where waste becomes a
commodity
Who buys it? Who sells it? Who coverts it?
There is a whole economy built around
waste
Such that if we didn’t make it
Millions would be out of work
So keep buying over-packaged crap
Somewhere, someone’s livelihood
Depends on your accursed share
© shaun patrick green 2014
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