American Salience (NSFW politically incorrect 政治的に正しくない)

Salience (language) - Wikipedia
Ye Spinner, Ye Spinner?
What have I been holding in my hand? Ye Spinner?
Mortal humans are your preys tied to your web, we are bugs to you.
thou hast laughed "bugs,
thou art currency with one's own secret life; but 
thou art borne to exchange caresses or blows,
always hurting, struggling, yet more constricted,
tighter are the strands woven by the Night-Spider. Yell!"
Salient in the mind, hoping and jumping. I am your Prophet,
I have visions of your God. mingle in jingling dances, kill, love and f**k
trading thy Salience, thou sagacious money;

Your thinking makes some worth, but together We have more.
Capital worth is just how many heads (capitals) there are, so trade 

trade away. trade away!
let the surging heads struggling for breath of expenditure roll and roll.
upon the seas, upon the ground. upon the crown of People.
this web is your Lot, called metaphysical economy of body and soul,
For I am Creator born of United States, I scoff at the Song and Art of the transatlantic and Asian Children. (past old gods, heathens. Away you go!)
We Americans, who knows material goods are the sole God.
Faith in that imperishable interests compounded and self-creased and increased in Turrets we built
with money we call skyscrapers that reach higher than the temples of all the old Pharaohs,
Skyscrapers, yea for it scrapes up invisible floating capital flowing above the heads in the sky; and this is our 

Web.
Do not people mingle like harlots and their paying clients,
Do not thieves steal and sell their bootlegged goods 
Do not number repairmen crunch out numbers to feed flow of transactions
for more porn, video games and gacha money?
Do not our mills make so many fun toys like cars, houses, pets and children for you to invest more in (so it increases more and grows even more?)

and are not our professional sagacious saints in college robes or 
incorporated senior technicians in black dinner dressing suit (tuxe-do),
good shepherds, and those who have faith in them,
alone promised paradise in goods? curriculum vitae!
ensured employment and health insurance, the Web's preys.

let all those graduates brandish their Salience, each came from 
a good family of a good income of a good State. let their bright ideas shape
justice of America, and world's design
let world believe in most exalted American court of Law for actions and creations
that is the most lucrative council of Multitudes,
and Golden Salience will be to them magic that blows open the Coffer of God. 
(make yourself salient by making money, which is like unto the image of God!)
"surely, as God has invested in personalities
each in and with their appointed locale and estates
grow to represent each provincial but federated divine Nation; O democratic money.
Many but One. All that move for golden things.
move! move! thou art God's investment, so hurry and 
make yourself useful, numbering more and worth more; or what is the use of you if you don't earn (bread?)
we say unto men: only the Mill that turns out flour is useful; flower is evil. (les fleurs du Mal! la Farine d'or! 悪しきその（自分の）華、金ぴかこのメリケン粉！)
seeds are but a big piece of bread that feeds; masturbation is sinful
the Voice of the United States shall become the Voice of God. 
All drunk in his many, many Saliences! from many, many states 
(all speak the Word of God: DOLLAR)
how silly are Man who thinks for his own,
how stupid are those cries for his own loss,
you BELONGS to the Society, body and soul.
and if your neighbours and your employers can still kill, love and f**k
who gives a damn about what you think and feel?
All hail the God of marketplace; Spider the Spender is his wife!
As people grow up golden, old and ripened in the field,
and become hungry wheat to be harvested, and die!
See their heads roll when Death's scythe cleaves away from the wheat-stems!
they are surely shrieking, INCREASINGLY! how joyful is this democratic song 
"increase, increase; from Many, make More. Increase!"
we are the bugs trapped in the Web. And we Know we are so wise so we Make.
Make money and us our thoughts and ideas;
senses and sentiments becoming only as reminding Salience of earned Gold.
God who are gold.
Increase! en-crease!"
(would they then be entombed on paper in ink,
only as remembered capital worth upon the face of dollar bill? or the changing worth of human goods known to you through Economic News? "Gospel")
Ye Spinner? Ye Spinner?
If your idea is to suck out the juice of soul 
from each and every one to be your nourishment and breed more lusty spider children (spending souls!). and catch that ever elusive invisible flow of gold
(O gold waves, O bubble-dancers of Naniwa)
Expecting Art or Poetry to become productive and sell, with a top college graduates' debate club and a big budget ("Art Industry")
It proves You have never known what Art or Poetry is, and never will.

I have in my hand a dagger against thy weave, silence against worth-appraisings salutations

I mean neither offence nor going on the offensive,

but it is a dagger of thought to cut off the lure of your petty Spider's web, and the tempting God of marketplace
out of my mind.
Peace of truth and poetry upon me.

Let Knowledge protect your State for a while longer friend, you will need it when people start to demand more than Knowledge that could be used to make money or spend away.