Archive for the ‘Sick Sad Society’ Category

Jung 2

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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TVs, Old-Stlye & Green Screens

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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Cannes 1

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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Trusiki, Dollars, Sale

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Чёрная Пятница

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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Pied Piper

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Business Wm 1

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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Aus Open 4

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ch 7, USA

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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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

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?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat