Mara calling

So one fine Monday morning it was

Mara called in one of her best foremen

managing her vicious little corporate business

in the age that was called parasitic consumerism

and asked him how things proceed

And he said:

“Great, dear Mistress, all well....

I just....

well I just don't know what to do anymore oh Highest...

You know we sold them anything imaginable

any kind of devices and tools and insurances and services

all these cars and motor-homes and planes and boats and toys

we sat them into restaurants and fed them all the other species

we handed them the smart-phone with all appliances

we placed them in front of computers and TV's

perfumed and medicated we dressed them with funny summer shirts

even with our own brands and with ridiculous messages on

and sent them on vacation and into amusement parks, beer in hand

where we stocked and armed them with cameras

and we shoved them in front of the icons of dominator-culture

or...in front of almost anything...and they smiled!!

I can hardly laugh anymore mistress...

to be honest, I start to pity them a little, cause:

we can even tattoo them now with whatever

and they still...still think...

that they are free individuals and choose by their own will!”