Archive for the ‘Capitalism Is Death’ Category

I don’t covet your life.

No, I loathe & despise

your hubris and shit.

I don’t want what you’ve got,

no, I want you to “get yours”,

ipso facto:

nothing and woe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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You call me a failure

as I wait passively,

knowingly,

waiting for the “go-getters”

to implode.

The preponderant

speculative,

acquisitionist

nature of society

is a crock

destined to fail.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

RFERL Transmitters, Biblis, De, 2007

 

As the self-appointed “leader of the free world”,

you allow yourself certain liberties,

lies and perversions,

to serve what you call the greater good.

The “free market” decides,

capriciously,

self-servingly,

the direction of today’s morality.

In dollars and hubris you trust.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

City Of London School For Girls

 

Outside is unlikable,

so I stay in the hotel.

For a time,

I watch the amount of television I can bear.

The commercials are a killer:

(im)morality lessons from frozen French-Fry companies,

and legal loan sharks proudly promoting usury as a viable option.

Then there’s the news:

you can have anything, if you pay,

even an education.

Lies, manipulation and exploitation.

It gets to the point where I can’t take anymore,

The noise, the clanging, the shit.

I turn the TV off, throw the remote control out the window,

and brave the streets myself.

Welcome to hell.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Soul-destroying,

demeaning,

life draining.

Work.

You do it because they pay you.

And in the current economic climate

you’re lucky to have a job, right?

So they say.

Thus they manipulate.

From childhood they’ve conditioned us

to do what’s best for the system.

They use, abuse and delude us.

Perpetual prostitutes,

morally destitute.

Bankrupt,

we sneer at sex workers,

nonetheless,

just like us,

everything’s corrupt.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“It’s OK,”

idiotically, we say,

“I’m used to people lying.”

Each and every day.

The scumbags seem to have won.

They see us as doormats.

The costs go up.

We are screwed.

More and more.

Compressed,

pressed,

depressed.

Something’s got to give.

Rusty spring’s hurting.

Come, the breaking point!

Anger and system uncoil,

selfishness overturn.

Come, the revolution!

Oppressors,

neighbors,

speculators,

managers

flee!

Then,

perchance,

liberty can breathe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Of course,

she wants freedom,

it’s normal to aspire to such a dream.

She hikes west over mountains,

and through the forests and meadows of Tirol,

seeking.

But what does society ever actually allow?

Money in exchange for your labor (and soul).

Repression to add to your depression.

Regulation, restriction, constriction,

and not even the freedom to shit

when you want and/or need.

Meanwhile, in prison…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

So, you proceed,

best intentions,

proactive.

And then the mechanism breaks.

So you look to fix it.

But it is way more complicated than necessary.

And your head spins, dizzy,

as you struggle,

valiantly,

in futility.

There is no end.

This is capitalism, alas,

and stupidity:

you’re meant to phone a “friend”.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

There was a window,

but it has shut.

Perhaps tomorrow,

perhaps tonight,

your time will be wasted.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat