Neocon Dios Poem by Mary Champion

[ A chaotic poem]

The Market is Free -
untrammelled, untamed.
The Market will be
always unconstrained.
Free of care,
free of thought,
no aims has it sought.
Free of plans,
free of goals,
destroyer of Souls.

No purpose, no pattern,
an ethical slattern,
driven by whimsy and fad.
No rhyme to its season,
lLiberated from reason,
the Market is utterly mad.

Mathematics has modelled
the measureless source of all things.
Our God the Free Market,
no respecter of peasants or kings.
We can't ever change it,
but might learn to fool it,
when we know how to pull superstrings.