The Frauds' Prayer

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Our Market, who art on earth
Hallowed be thy shame,
Thy policeman come,
Thy state power be done
At work, as it is while shopping
Give us this day our alienated labor
And do not forget to extract surplus-value from us
And lead us not
into mass collective resistance
but channel our confusion
into voting and other democratic mystifications
For you have all the power, and we do all the labor
Forever -- and ever?

(I based this on a poem some British comrade wrote in the early 1980's)

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Kevin Keating