Basta

Homogenizers
white as milk
dead as paper
spread a cultureless culture
on a land that had so much of its own.
Fully self-conscious of it,
guilt is built into their conception of themselves,
but for them it's a white man's burden:
they must save the savages' souls.

Invasive species,
any individual specimen may be acceptable
and nice enough
(the policeman, the pharmaceutical representative, the slavemaster, the capitalist, the nazi)
but taken together they are worthy of
a fight to the death.

Self-commodified talentless hacks
each a brand,
each anomalous,
each a rebel,
each cool,
vapid valueless archcapitalists
who sell their meretricious ware
to their contemporaries who
know what it's all about
and long to be the same thing.

Everything you touch dies.
You are why I don't recite poetry
or play slide guitar in public.
You justify NYC being nuked,
you almost make me hate Brooklyn.