The tractor economics
There’s a certain romanticism in the dialectic written down by bum-boiled academics
in the glow of green lamp lit British Library shelter
where you can figure things without recourse to the steam and smoke outside
and then it becomes a blueprint for five year plans that look like sunshine
in propaganda, but really means skulls in fields and maximum effort to become
at least a little able to resist the plastic hegemony of red raw capitalist intent
it’s therefore a shameful episode that this ideal got fucked by competitive endeavour
that kills almost everyone, but makes your nation great