"Corporate America - an Angel for Slaves" - a poem

Corporate America is
a continental grave yard
where my brain fuels the fire
and ashes becomes capital share
now my bones are an ember
still, I can't go any where
because my life too needs fire

Corporate America runs
a day less brothel, where
Me a programmed whooore
sated, still I don't go anywhere
because I need a little immoral pleasure

Corporate America is
an Angel for, we slaves
extends my immigrant-soul year a once
and without her I am nowhere

©Copyright 2006 slave

See, being part of corporate; I have to Copyright this poem, or else I will be commiting a corporate blasphemy