Murdoch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars!
     Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old
     men weeping in the parks!

Murdoch! Murdoch! Nightmare of Murdoch! Murdoch the loveless!
     Mental Murdoch! Murdoch the heavy judger of men!

Murdoch the incomprehensible prison! Murdoch the crossbone soulless
     jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Murdoch whose buildings are
     judgment! Murdoch the vast stone of war! Murdoch the stunned

Murdoch whose mind is pure machinery! Murdoch whose blood is running money!
     Murdoch whose fingers are ten armies! Murdoch whose breast is a
     cannibal dynamo! Murdoch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
     Murdoch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Murdoch whose skyscraper
     stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Murdoch whose
     factories dream and croak in the fog! Murdoch whose smoke-stacks and
     antennae crown the cities!

Murdoch whose love is endless oil and stone! Murdoch whose soul is
     electricity and banks! Murdoch whose poverty is the specter of genius!
     Murdoch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Murdoch whose name
     is the Mind!

Where it says ‘Moloch’, say ‘Murdoch’. via https://twitter.com/stevesilberman

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