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?
©SvetkaSamizdat
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In the name of “fighting” Communism,
your democratic government (“of and for the people”)
empowered criminals and drug-pushing scum,
enabled the destruction of millions of lives, hopes and dreams,
perpetuated evil, indeed.
…
Past, present, future.
We’re *Gone*.
…
Statue of Liberty, stands proud,
looks passively away,
heart of stone.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Happy Independence Day!
Six nights ago, and always…
M16s like candy,
agree or die.
…
El Presidente is our resident
patriotic rodent
(your oppressor,
our puppet dictator),
obedient to the true ruling classes,
backroom guys,
money gods,
sacred capitalist dogma.
…
Welcome, motherfuckers, to the land of the free,
coming to your country,
opening a factory,
giving you jobs,
“opportunities”,
putting you to work,
indeed…
…
Put down your AK-47s, too easy to use,
too enabling,
and listen to us
we’ll complicate your lives,
make things interesting,
give you everything you didn’t know you needed,
confuse,
exploit,
abuse.
“Fulfilment”…
…
Drink the kool-aid child and dream,
of freedom,
to buy hollow commodities,
with cocaine-laced dollars,
hell, yeah,
those bastards keep the economy going,
you in the gutter,
*our* dreams, riches and power intact.
Happy Interdependence Day, in deed and fact.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Democracy, an illusion, a façade,
always lurking, another royal family,
another dynasty,
another perverter of the good and proper…
…
Democracy, elects tomorrow’s dictator…
Deluded hollow euphoria,
Heads, you win,
you get Pervitin.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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We don’t need enemies,
we have each other.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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You wake up and realize
that it’s a conspiracy…
They all know each other
(messed-up family,
inbred community,
missing humanity),
*indeed*, it’s a conspiracy,
and *you* are the enemy.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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The bosses like to get high,
really high,
as high as they can
on the skyscraper their contractors are building
downtown,
and surveil their kingdom below.
…
High. And low. Puppet masters, exploiters, manipulators, purveyors of misery.
In a city, near you and me.
…
Up high the bosses are removed from the “filth” below,
the hookers, the scammers and dope dealers they control,
the scum they use as footsoldiers,
the low-lifes they’ve gotten rich off.
Up high, the bosses stay detached and clean.
They shake hands, and nod smugly.
Deal’s made.
…
The bosses go home, to their mansions,
respectable, Catholic, family men,
they kiss their wives
and each five children.
Tonight, satisfied, sweet sleep.
Deal’s made, sealed.
… And outside the wind blows,
devil’s breath whispers …
tomorrow death for all.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Last night’s prayer.
This morning’s forgotten dream.
Today’s nightmare.
Tomorrow’s sorrow.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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“Dear Colleague, have you considered our proposal and the implications of the dossier anymore? Any conclusions?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes,
vapid pools
of bullshit.
“The future is as fucked as today,” I replied.
“We’re screwed, and all too soon another unwanted baby will be born.”
©SvetkaSamizdat
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You keep talking.
Either you’re an optimist
or a moron.
©ddr7hd
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