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I was in a good place

until around you came,

with your crappy chess set,

making me play your game.

 

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Wave of futility sweeps over me…

Kalahari iceberg melts,

washes my dreams away.

 

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It is.

It was.

And it is gone.

 

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Rapidity and run to the market.

Snipers taking pot-shots

and big-shots cashing in

(on our glorious history

and our current misery).

So, this is capitalism?

Like Sarajevo…

The much-vaunted freedom from Communism?

… Your vapidity gives me the shits.

 

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I’m an optimist:

when they leave,

I don’t expect them to come back…

 

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Human existence…

Limited resistence.

Every now and then you run into a wall,

jaded, wise and cynical,

you realize the futility of it all.

Thousands of years of evolution,

one way or another,

for this?

(Poxy pinnacle!)

Why do we go on?

(Deluding ourselves with stupid songs…)

As a species,

when our primal urges are thwarted,

frustrated,

our lofty ambitions of improvement fail,

banality and futility reign,

and there is no hope,

what,

what is there left to live for?

 

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Slough of despondency,

my sensitive soul mourns:

liberal society,

apex depravity.

 

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I used to have something

but now I am spent,

empty,

hollow,

bitter,

asunder rent.

 

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If you think about it…

in a sense,

innocence

doesn’t live here any more.

The child has come of age and realizes the futility of it all. He/she withdraws. Taut. Ready to explode.

Quiet and deep-thinking, like a Finn, and all that entails.

(Bread basket travesty…)

… Molotov Cocktail.

 

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Woe is me,

Woe is you,

Woe is us…

Screeching fuss.

The human condition.

Heal me physician!

(As if!)

You seek help.

Placebo today,

Butcher tomorrow.

Vanity of vanities,

Perpetual insanity.

… Humanist?

What hope?

Together, all alone, we die.

 

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