The Abolition of Money
We are told, from our youth, that money is natural Necessary, good, and of primary concern But it only exists because humans won’t share So all one can do is steadfastly earn Indeed, without money all people would hoard To be done with it all we all yearn
Perhaps there could instead be an alternative Perhaps some new novel system Perhaps it could be a complex ledger of sorts The debts, the taxes – who will miss them? It would limit the goods a person could acquire And hoarding would perforce be stemmed
With these vast improvements, it seems possible That economic sharing could work Humans would see that hoarding just hurts But success in the shadows does lurk We could share commodities and services There certainly would be some perks
We could do away with all forms of money And radically streamline affairs The economy robust, A.I. does the work And instead of just putting on airs We could make real change, a truly new world With everyone having a share
These are all very nice suppositions to make But in fact, it would fall quite apart A new currency would arise, somehow Some manipulation of the ledger for a start And humans are not, simply not geared to act In ways altogether quite smart
I do not know what transformation’s required For anthropoid conduct to improve I suppose it could be quite as simple as this: Some of the glands you remove And boost the IQ average up fifty points And we might enter in some new groove
In the end, I’m afraid, my suggestions must Be confined to future eras The collective IQ seems only to go down And we’re confronted daily with new terrors It’s a nice dream to have, perhaps get there one day But such blessings are not nigh for Terra
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Manifest Destiny
“Manifest destiny” never did die It’s now directed up toward the sky It’s based on a tendency ever to expand And for this, dear Mother cannot quite stand We expand, we conquer, we quest, we consume And Earth’s turning into an over-hot tomb It goes all the way back, ten thousand years Our one little culture, and all of the tears This culture has ever and always expanded And right about now a few are being stranded In any case, most cultures are quite sustainable But then, most others are quite containable Not we! To the Moon! To Mars! And beyond! With technology vast areas will become as a pond!
But hold on, I say, just wait a hot minute I mean, really, down here we are just about finished To “jump off” and continue our torrid behavior Would require the aid of a rather skilled Savior Ecology applies everywhere in Nature So cultures unsustainable can’t reach fullest stature Running out of resources, or running into the ground Is not the way for civilization to stay sound Perhaps “manifest destiny” is peculiar to us If we forever go off-planet, it’s bound to be a fuss ‘Cause all we’ll do is pollute and ruin world after world And our destiny will in ignominy be fatally unfurled
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