Woonnderrrffuuul!!! Reality in black and white!

"Monotonous bodies meander on
Draped in black Armani business attire
Avariciously driven dusk till dawn
Designer trends generate pseudo desire"

^^I love this opening, the tone and imagery pull me right in from the beginning and I can't wait to read more.

"Oil running copiously through their blood
Fueling the grotesque and bloated culture
McDonald's stock soars while New Orleans floods
Only inhabitants that remain are the vultures"

^^I don't think you need "the" on the last line, I think it works even better without it.

"Citizens remaining slothful and naive
Who fail to realize their limitations
Making it not difficult to conceive
Why there are so many complications"

^^I thought this stanza was weaker than the rest, not that it deflates the entire poem in any way it just seems a little weaker than the rest.

"American businesses brought to their knees
Sputtering and spattering "Sir, could you please?"
Yet the foreigners speak their denial
"But our economy lay in near despair"
The stranger barely mustered a smile
"Here's a quarter. Call someone who cares""

^^When I first saw this stanza I thought I'd be thrown as it was six lines and the other were four, however I was pleased to discover that I was wrong.
I LOVE this, this is my favourite part of the poem, the depth and meaning here is beautiful and the power within the written words ends the piece with a bang.

Beautiful work.

OMG DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ID TTLY ASK U TO MARRY ME IF I WASNT TAKEN!!!! I LOVED IT!!! DOUBLE THUMBS UP!!

This is a shockingly accurate portrayal of American culture. We are indifferent to suffering and indulge in guilty pleasures beyond our means. We're fat, we're greedy, we're slobs, even in the face of an economic collapse. Businesses that capitalize on worker's from impoverished countries seem to be thriving in the failing economy, but still, we support these businesses! There's an attitude most Americans have, and it's, "As an individual, I don't make a difference, so why care?" And when everyone feels this way, well... nothing gets done. Nothing gets better.
Awesome poem. AGAIN, I love your word choices.