What if Capitalism walked into a classroom and gave the students a brief lecture entitled…
IF I HAD A HEART
Okay, let’s talk about the body
The body is a tool, but it’s a product too
You have to buy your body back every day
Pay for the food you eat, the bed you sleep in
The clothes you wear, but even better, we can
Sell you a new body, a different colour hair
Shaved armpits, pubes, eyebrows, noses, piercings, tattoos
It’s decoration, it’s art, but we’re just getting started
We can cut you into pieces and sew you back together
And let’s be clear
This can be a wonderful thing to do
The body breaks down
And we can fix it, sometimes
And when we can’t you die
But in the meantime, why stop at fixing it
Let’s make a new body, yes we can
We’re only at the starting stages
But the rocket’s on the launch pad
And we can see the destination
Think of yourself as a grain of rice
Nature made you
And used to be, we just took what nature gave us
And thought up ways to make a buck out of it
But science happened, and now we own you
We have a copyright on your rice DNA
And we can go inside, chop it up, and sew it back together
Until nature can’t do a damn thing unless we tell it to
The human personality is an infinite onion
You can peel away the skin, layer by layer
And never get to the bottom
The inside goes on forever
But the human body is not like that
It’s like a grain of rice
More complicated, same principle
We can map it
And then make you buy back every damn inch of it
If I had a heart, I would pity you
We start fucking with your head before you’re even born
