"Late stage"
They say sagely
At the freshest outrage
Of our Mammonist Age
The thought, that like
The setting sun
Capitalisms'
Race is run
But like late stage cancer
I answer
Is not on the verge of death
Or on its last breath
Late stage capitalism's
Quite alive
Unleashed it strives
And spreads and thrives
Late stage capitalism's
Doing fine
The thing that's dying
Is your soul
And Mine