Capitalists we can love
Without remorse
Since they come from the past
Without social profiles nor cells
Smokers in lounges
Not knowing where
Progress will halt but
We know better, don’t we
A tomato juice about the dream
That of the eternal return
Of the stewart in the sky
Industry has made way for services
The long flight is about
Dying less than
When sitting at the back
One can price-discriminate heaven
One can yield-manage hell.
Image credit : Anatol Knotek
Frédéric Benqué 