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(Sitting at a table,

wondering when exactly

Central Europe became a

destination for Anglo-Saxon trash.)

The English girls were there to celebrate,

and tonight that meant denigrate

themselves

and the guy on stage.

Some kind of pre-wedding party,

a last expression of freedom,

all good fun and games,

which is to say

drunken debauchery.

They had a stripper,

a tall guy, athletic,

no tattoos,

from my corner, I liked the view.

Obviously he got naked,

and the girls went crazy,

grabbing and groping,

the guy became hard,

my eyes widened:

was this part of the act?

The girls screamed with delight,

ear-piercingly loud

(tomorrow’s headache now!),

one started to pull on the guy,

another pushed her aside and devoured his penis,

deepthroating him,

he grimaced,

surely this wasn’t meant to be.

The girls hollered and brayed,

demented apes,

all touching what they could,

all at once,

it was repulsive,

it was rape.

The guy looked shell-shocked,

he tried to move away.

They laughed at his limpness

and rubbed cum on his face.

Only when the waitress brought more drinks

did they lose interest.

They laughed and giggled,

what fun and memories,

for the English girls,

office workers, nurses, lawyers, teachers,

pillars of society

and hypocrisy.

Tomorrow a wedding,

innocent and white.

Next year a mother.

Children born

sons of bitches,

literally…

and

mommy’s

fingers

lingering

obscenely.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

And so you make do with whatever peaceful moment you can grab.

Relax.

No matter how banal.

Sigh.

Alas.

Just wait!

It’s a hell of a way to live:

Waiting for the next catastrophe,

knowing it’s gotta be near.

Knowing your mediocre “idyll” won’t last.

Knowing a complication is coming,

fear, fear, fear!

Half-Life lessons.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

We don’t need enemies,

we have each other.

 

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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

 

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

 

Last night’s prayer.

This morning’s forgotten dream.

Today’s nightmare.

Tomorrow’s sorrow.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat