Archive for the ‘Sick Sad Society’ Category

It rings so fucking hollow,

why would I choose to follow

your banal cacophony

into the abyss?

You don’t remember,

let alone mourn or miss,

the lost Jews of Salonika.

I, therefore, spit in your eye

and choose my own,

nobler way,

I try,

I strive,

I hope,

enlightenment.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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The government wants to execute you!

But their heart isn’t in it,

fully,

otherwise it would already be done.

The pretence of justice,

trial and jury,

would be dispensed,

abiding by convictions,

the system would do as expected,

and you would be shot.

But instead you are hung

and left hanging,

in limbo,

in hell.

Often, you wish they would shoot you,

like a dog,

just get it over with,

but society cares more about dogs

than people.

Uncertain fate,

neverending circle of hate.

Inside, torment

is never dormant.

Yes, they have decided to torture you

in the way that only life and living

can do.

The government wants you

to execute yourself.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Visit the newsroom,

if you dare.

For some it’s a vibrant place,

information, process, disseminate, fast-pace.

For me it’s depressing,

an overload of noise and soundbites,

mostly meaningless shit.

The editors push,

the journalists (they don’t have time or freewill to properly think)

churn out crap,

factoids and innuendos,

the readers are ready to be fed.

Welcome to the Times, New York, London,

the Sun rises and falls, Daily News, Daily Mail,

hearts fail.

Welcome to democracy’s bulwark.

Welcome to lies and fear.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

She tells me,

her husband earns shit-loads of money,

like I should be impressed,

envious.

I tell her,

society doesn’t reward people appropriately,

alas,

as I bandage her wounds.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Today, they convert you

to their perverted way of thinking,

seducing,

enticing

and delighting certain tendencies.

(Clever, addictive storylines on your TV & computer screen…)

They inhabit and take over,

your soul and being,

leaving no space or desire

for resistance.

(Indeed, I wonder which evil was worse, and how:

then or now…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Yesterday, they occupied you physically,

totally,

and made you pay, as they saw it, for the “privilege”.

The Nazis were a diabolical force.

Today, they occupy you mentally,

emotionally,

totally,

and make you pay, as they see it, for the “privilege”.

Nazis live, in government and media,

dictatorship by stealth,

democratic and liberal cloak.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I’d been reading about a(nother) manifestation of Third Reich evil.

And my American friend told me about the TV series she’d been watching.

Strangely,

sadly,

disturbingly,

it’s difficult for me to assess which is worse,

more decadent, more evil, more *wrong*…

Nazi debauchery, 1943,

or American “entertainment”, 2018?

 

©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

 

(Sitting at a table,

wondering when exactly

Central Europe became a

destination for Anglo-Saxon trash.)

The English girls were there to celebrate,

and tonight that meant denigrate

themselves

and the guy on stage.

Some kind of pre-wedding party,

a last expression of freedom,

all good fun and games,

which is to say

drunken debauchery.

They had a stripper,

a tall guy, athletic,

no tattoos,

from my corner, I liked the view.

Obviously he got naked,

and the girls went crazy,

grabbing and groping,

the guy became hard,

my eyes widened:

was this part of the act?

The girls screamed with delight,

ear-piercingly loud

(tomorrow’s headache now!),

one started to pull on the guy,

another pushed her aside and devoured his penis,

deepthroating him,

he grimaced,

surely this wasn’t meant to be.

The girls hollered and brayed,

demented apes,

all touching what they could,

all at once,

it was repulsive,

it was rape.

The guy looked shell-shocked,

he tried to move away.

They laughed at his limpness

and rubbed cum on his face.

Only when the waitress brought more drinks

did they lose interest.

They laughed and giggled,

what fun and memories,

for the English girls,

office workers, nurses, lawyers, teachers,

pillars of society

and hypocrisy.

Tomorrow a wedding,

innocent and white.

Next year a mother.

Children born

sons of bitches,

literally…

and

mommy’s

fingers

lingering

obscenely.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Democracy is about choices,

so they say.

So,

if I could see the end result,

what would I choose,

and would it make any difference

if everyone else voted otherwise?

New York City,

fallen from high

splattered on a sidewalk.

Or Petersburg,

seats behind the SKA bench.

Pretence and manipulation.

Grafting and grifting into another day…

Or death.

In Lithuania, it has been said,

suicide is and/or was a national sport.

What does it mean to be alive

and/or dead?

Now or then?

Empires explode and implode.

Individuals expire…

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Perhaps this is an unfinished,

unsatisfying saga.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat