Doing Business
Nickels and Dimes, Dollars and Death. A Guerrilla Literature poem by Kerr Martin, 6/1/26.
Bolster the brand
Vile liquid smears
Sanguine in sepia tones
Desert deaths
For corporate interests
Buy the product
Consume the corpses.
Taste too rich
The price of human lives
Celebrated in company colours
Make yourself sick
For your simple pleasures.
Crimson coins
Copper sweet
Sun bleached stains
Picket fence ledgers
Mark the conquest’s profits
Bury the evidence deep
Beneath the limited release.
Rotting tongue
Rotten needs
Heretic mouths
recite their greed.
Drop the bomb
Drop the act
Innocent souls
We can’t buy back.
Interested in more Kerr Martin poetry following similar themes? Check out yesterday’s Kompromat and these other pieces linked below.






I love this country
I love this land
I love the feeling of the back of it's hand
I love the rich man
I love his power
love getting fucked for chump change an hour
I love a man in a million-dollar suit
and goddamn will I filate his boots