In my descent into madness
(as many would see it),
I’m becoming more and more detached,
from what society tells me I should be.
Yes…
I’m finding sanity,
a certain clarity.
…
Cleansing and wholeness…
Gladness envelopes my soul.
(*Fuck you and your ladder!*)
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
Do not underestimate the power of revulsion,
Dear advertisers.
I am a better person, immediately, for seeing your shit,
I get up, turn the television off and walk away.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
“Vote for me!” and
“Investing in our children’s future!” the politician proclaims,
ardently.
Cliché!
An excuse, in actuality for perpetual current pain.
And tomorrow: “Suck it up! … I have a mandate. You ‘chose’ it. And, after all, it’s for the kids’ kids…”
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
Democracy’s in a rush…
Government wants a mandate
to dictate…
Promises, distractions and lies.
…
Liberty, Freedom, call her what you will,
innate wisdom, beautiful woman,
she realizes the pretence.
Liberty walks into the voting place unclothed,
completely naked,
she tears up the voting paper given to her,
and walks out.
Dignified and indignant.
Society gawks, stunned.
…
Democracy’s in a rush
but as Tertullian said:
Truth does not blush.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Prison.
A kind of prism.
Whatever imprisonment actually means,
besides bad luck…
Inside or outside,
to me,
there’s nothing better than solitary confinement,
indeed,
contrary to general perception,
it enriches the soul,
and offers a special kind of refinement,
if you’re receptive
and the right type.
Alas,
it breaks most,
and that’s what *they* want.
…
Me,
I must avoid Gen Pop at all costs!
…
