Archive for the ‘Fucked-Up Families’ Category

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Relatives, are relative …

Family: they all have their needs,

and they all want something from you.

True?

The good ones will be there for you too –

alas, mine was not one of these.

Perfidious scum, they bled me dry

and ran away.

Relatively free,

somewhat at peace,

alone at sea.

Why would I complain?

(Haunted by memories…)

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Stéphanie de Beauharnais

Alexandre was guillotined:

It seemed the right thing to do.

And I was married to Karl Ludwig:

hateful turd.

As they say in the classics:

“Life is cheap

and toilet paper is expensive.”

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Kaspar Hauser 1

Wannabe, craving family,

will do whatever’s necessary …

At the end (and beginning) of the day,

we all need to be loved unconditionally.

Alas, so often this gets perverted,

sullied and torn,

exploited.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Żyd wieczny tułacz

Past irrelevant:

we gave hearts, minds, love, blood, tears.

Mother of all lies.

(To be continued…)

 

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Isr_ Egged (Jerusalem)

I told him that things for me

were something like the Karamazov family.

Really?

Yes, well, different time, setting and situation,

but otherwise, very similar angst,

alas, unhappy intrigue.

He raised his eyebrows

as the bus arrived.

We let the soldiers get on before us.

(To be continued…)

 

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Penzavzglyad.Ru

Shocked and appalled at the state of our yard,

old Nelly would be spinning in her grave,

if she hadn’t been cremated.

 

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Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart

perpetually.

Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.

Goodbye.

 

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testing-teeth-in-an-islamic-slave-market

If ever she says:

“I’m proud of you.”

It will be tinged

with the sadness of knowing,

for me,

it is not true.

 

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Relotius_ Jaegers Grenzer

Regardless of what your American relatives tell you,

everything, indeed, is relative:

truth, justice and the American way,

is truth, lies and compromise.

The answer to the question depends upon time, place

and who is doing the asking.

Objectivity is admirable but, alas, illusive,

and screw liberal “New York Times” hubris.

Everything is

what the powers that be

want it to be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat