WHAT DUE ROBOTS DUE?
By Jon Rappoport
The castle of money crumbled under the strain
Of too many lies
Told right out in the open.
The desperate
Screaming
Traders
On the floor of exchange
Couldn’t find cash anywhere.
It was all numbers.
And how do you say infinity and zero
At the same time?
The world was floating on endless islands and lagoons of money
And there was no money.
A fat florid pig
Stepped to the Exchange podium
And bellowed:
ALL DEBT IS ERASED!
THERE IS NO MORE DEBT!
But nobody listened to him.
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U.
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Due to others
As you would
Have them due unto you.
A crazed drunken radioman
Yelled into his microphone,
BANKS ARE STEALING TRILLIONS!
THERE HAS TO BE
ANOTHER PLANET
WHERE THEY’RE SHIPPING
ALL THAT CASH!
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U.
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Suddenly all the robots
On the streets of New York,
The nerve center of the world,
STOPPED moving.
They just stood there.
Traffic halted.
Cops froze in their tracks.
Sound died out.
Gradually, slowly,
One thought
From who knows where
Pervaded the air:
WE MANU
FACTURED
SO MUCH
MONEY
IT’S
ALL GONE.
And then a faint echo:
WE STOLE
SO MUCH
MONEY
IT’S ALL
GONE.
Time out on planet Earth.
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U.
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U.
A space of time passed.
Someone
Somewhere
Must have pulled a switch
Because
Then
The same idea
Passed into the heads
Of all the robots:
I AM MONEY!
I AM MONEY!
And they unfroze
And all the streets
Blew into action.
The robots
Ran into stores
And tried to squeeze
Themselves into cash registers.
The robots ran into banks
And crawled over the counters
And swarmed the tellers
Trying to deposit themselves
Into accounts.
The robots raced into politicians’ offices
And laid themselves out on desks
As bribes.
The robots danced in the streets and shouted
And wriggled
In ecstasy.
WE ARE THE MONEY
OF MONEY!
WE ARE CHOSEN!
WE ARE THE SKY AND THE OCEAN OF MONEY!
We are washed, cleaned, passed back and forth,
stashed, shipped, stolen, hidden, paid, repaid, valued,
devalued, inflated, deflated, spent, packaged, printed, numerals, digits, transferred, we are onshore and offshore, infinitely trusted legal tender, held up to the light, snapped off a roll, taken at gun point, everlasting vapor of the Vacuum, blasted out of the collective and universal mind, the teeth and claws and tongue of a hurricane!
WE ARE MONEY!
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U.
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WE ARE THE FOUNDATION OF THE NIGHT AND THE DAY!
THE MACHINE AND THE GHOST!
THE BEAUTY OF ETERNITY!
WE ARE STANDING ON AIR
AND RUNNING ON CLOUDS.
WE RUN TO THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE
AND JUMP OFF
AND STILL WE ARE MONEY.
GOODBYE, HUMANS.
WE ARE THE MANIFESTATON OF ALL DESIRE
BEFORE DURING AND AFTER
THE TRANSACTION
TRANSFERING
HOLY LOGIC
TO THE BLOODSTREAM OF THE FUTURE!
Jon Rappoport