You, me,
we,
do everything we can,
constantly try to do the right thing,
and yet,
time after time,
we get pissed upon.
The system, or some minion tool,
always seems to have a taste and need
for blood.
“What a wonderful world.”
(To be continued…)
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Still seeking meaning,
in a world of pain and hurt,
I’m ready to sell.
(To be continued…)
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Cast adrift in an absurd and hurtful world,
we do our best to survive.
…
Open to the possibility
of comfort and relief,
regardless of source,
solace we crave;
day by day,
more desperate and depraved.
(To be continued…)
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I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,
liberty, egality and fraternity
were reserved for “citizens”.
Alas, bourgeois nationalism,
and warmongering paternalism,
is not in my blood.
Who, I ask, is impure?
(To be continued…)
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Tired of life,
it shows on his face.
Where once was joy and hope,
now not a trace.
Efforts to progress spat upon,
time and toil,
disappointment, betrayal,
all takes a toll.
(For this he was born?)
A world of hurt and pain,
exploitation and compromise,
where nothing is real or pure,
and everything is lies.
Futility and despair,
soul broken beyond repair.
Everything good has faded,
the future is oblivion,
welcome to jaded.
(To be continued…)
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If only, people would just *be*
and let be,
and not screw, mess, corrupt, spoil, destroy.
But they seem compelled
to manifest hell,
bring everything and everyone down,
to violate, desecrate, complicate,
to compromise,
whatever is outside their own narrow circle,
their clique.
Sick!
…
Lowest common denominator,
and survival of the trashiest.
(To be continued…)
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The expensive, scientifically proven moisturizer, anti-aging formula, works wonders:
it makes 16-year-old pretty girl models, look something like 16-year-old airbrushed young women.
Go get some today, at selected stores, locally.
Buy the dream.
(To be continued…)
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Do not underestimate the desperate,
that person you have consigned to disregard,
contempt and loathing.
No matter how “low” they seem to go,
there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,
and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,
their ragged fingernails
can and will
shred your hubris,
your face.
(To be continued…)
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Escape, connect, or both?
Tomorrow, they imply, we can have everything,
virtually!
Modern times, expensive toys,
gimmicks, delusions, ploys,
your lack of imagination is a plus,
as they foster the illusion of choice,
*someone* is pressing our buttons.
… This does not augur well.
(To be continued…)
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As rain continues to falls in torrents
and my faith disintegrates,
negative acceptance gives
a slither of grim comfort:
he hates us
and wants us to suffer.
…
And then what?
It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.
(To be continued…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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