Are you hep to the jive, yo?
Do you strum the cat,
wik the ninjas?
We're not yellow pollo,
or white or black,
but green pollo.
Wederby this or that.

I refuse to believe that
pandas will die because
they're lazy.
If someone eventually
buys this poem,
it will not be worth
anymore than
it does right now,
which is whatever
it ends up meaning.
The Metaphysics of Value,
as they've been understood,
are misunderstood.
People are not
inherently lazy.
Yet there are people
who don't work because
they can't find work.
They can't find work because
our understanding of Value
is that nothing, not a single person
or thing,
is worth anything until
someone says it does. Everyone
wants to do something,
but they have to be told they can,
a thing bought if it can be afforded,
and not always because it's unwanted.
So many things go to waste.
That's not Value. That's Waste.
Green Pollo is all about Value,
about allowing ourselves to
see it, to understand it,
not as a static thing, a good or bad,
but as what it is, a Quality.
Green Pollo is the revolution,
is the fight, is the war they're fighting
against. Green Pollo is the
realization of Value
and the value of it.

Jive, yo, jive.