Capitalism owns my scalp

It sells real estate on it

I burn my hair to incinerate their homes, for sale signs impaling my brain

The embers dance rhythmically, over and over, faster and faster

There is something that stirs within them

It is the slithering snake of want, the soul of mother earth encased in its slender body

What was once dancing with the flames begins to churn uneasily

What once brought life to the flame begins to smother it

Turning the vibrant fire on my head into a cold impotent heap,

Smoking with the death of efficiency

I'm doing nothing but I don't have enough time to do

Anything.

Thank you, you're welcome

My final declaration:

I'll just sign in on my way out

That way you'll check the list and know I was here