She obsesses over how the female body is portrayed,
she’s a mother, she worries about her daughters.
“Television,” the Producer says definitively,
“Should be a reflection of real life.”
… Really? I ask,
Who would watch that?
… Or, conversely, if TV does reflect “real life”,
what a *really* messed up world we live in!
Either way: how sad.
(To be continued…)
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The game is rigged,
we know it,
it’s constantly rubbed in our faces.
Yet,
still we try, valiantly,
to carve out our own slice,
of mediocrity.
(To be continued…)
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They seem to think that bombarding me with consumerist, commercial gimmicks, “must haves” and “right nows” will increase their relevance; make me relent, to “buy” their thinking and ways.
They are wrong.
Every day I am more and more detached,
repulsed.
… Walk away.
(To be continued…)
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They put you on the spot,
saying this offer is too good to miss,
it’s now or never, customer!
Buy, or die,
they imply.
Tempting, encouraging, “exhorting”.
They manipulate and extort.
Black Friday,
saturation and lies.
(To be continued…)
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When the idiots tire of hearing their own voices,
clanging, hollow noises,
peace and wisdom will reign.
… Little chance, alas.
Sadly the idiots are the most confident people
and they have risen to the highest positions in our world.
They are our leaders and teachers, our movers and shakers,
our celebrities, our “everything”,
fools and tools, we call them “stars”
and they guide us
further into the abyss.
(To be continued…)
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Further down the rabbit hole of compromise we go.
Many lies we tell ourselves, in this world to survive.
(To be continued…)
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People are starving,
living, suffering, striving, dying,
in abject poverty.
Meanwhile, “they”,
the representatives of the one percent,
wipe raindrops off a tennis court,
scraping, scuffing, foot-on dragging
21 luxury super-soft Egyptian cotton towels
(meant for the faces and soft bodies
of celebrities and rich wannabes).
Wasted.
Disgraceful.
Sick, sad society.
(Would it kill them to use a mop?)
(To be continued…)
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I’m worn out, drained,
I’ve had enough…
When are you going to go back
to being
peripheral?
(To be continued…)
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I’m breathing
and I’m living,
not exactly as expected,
or hoped,
perhaps.
Nonetheless…
Twists and turns of life,
of knives in back,
after all,
will screw with potential,
dreams,
and glasses half full.
…
People
and perfidy.
…
Do you really want to know
what the future holds?
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Chapter 156: Buying the Dream
Posted: 2020-02-04 in Adventures in Запад, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Capitalism Sucks (You Dry), Comment, Роман?, La désenchantée, Sick Sad SocietyThe 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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