Full of shit to overflowing,
just like everybody else.
But the voices and faces
“we” elevate,
are gifted obscene riches,
for their words,
to the herd,
and influential ways.
Alas, strange days.
People and morals perverted.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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People do what they think they’re meant to,
survival and betterment,
exploitation is key.
Some lie, many die,
slavery and bondage,
peace merges into war.
Restricted and conscripted
people fight,
convinced in the rightness of ideas,
progress will later condemn as wrong.
Children mourn: they see the stupidity with foresight,
would that they could deviate
but resistance is futile,
coercion rules …
Children are tomorrow’s slaves,
if they are fortunate, Janissaries.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Beautiful flowers
grow in a trash heap.
Weeds flourish
in prepared garden beds.
Nature, or humans…
Who decides what is art
and what belongs where?
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Sport is a rort, these days.
If you wanna make it work
you have to play the game,
smile ambiguously,
entertain …
TV interview …
… Say the right things, at the right time,
in the appropriate sickly sweet voice,
and you’re in.
… You win!
Alas, shame I don’t speak American…
… Lingua Franca,
and discarded morality…
We dance for Dollars
and cents.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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It’s World Fair Trade Week,
whatever that means.
“Like, fair trade prostitution?” I ask.
… Unexploited, with no pimps.
An honest and fair exchange.
Is it possible?
… In this age where sex is no longer sacred,
well, maybe.
But, then, *everything* is a commodity,
and *everyone* wants the best deal.
… And money is tighter than your ass.
So…
Likely, no.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Slough of despondency,
my sensitive soul mourns:
liberal society,
apex depravity.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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In the name of “fighting” Communism,
your democratic government (“of and for the people”)
empowered criminals and drug-pushing scum,
enabled the destruction of millions of lives, hopes and dreams,
perpetuated evil, indeed.
…
Past, present, future.
We’re *Gone*.
…
Statue of Liberty, stands proud,
looks passively away,
heart of stone.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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The TV preacher talks money
and stewardship
and faith.
Like, how you need to trust God’s promptings,
the money is His,
after all,
so,
deal appropriately.
… Then they slickly slip in an infomercial:
Send your “love gift” today for the full “message”.
Ha, ha…
… Do I trust the “prompting”?
No!
…
Capitalist exploitation pretending to be Holy.
Shit! That’s low…
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Happy Independence Day!
Six nights ago, and always…
M16s like candy,
agree or die.
…
El Presidente is our resident
patriotic rodent
(your oppressor,
our puppet dictator),
obedient to the true ruling classes,
backroom guys,
money gods,
sacred capitalist dogma.
…
Welcome, motherfuckers, to the land of the free,
coming to your country,
opening a factory,
giving you jobs,
“opportunities”,
putting you to work,
indeed…
…
Put down your AK-47s, too easy to use,
too enabling,
and listen to us
we’ll complicate your lives,
make things interesting,
give you everything you didn’t know you needed,
confuse,
exploit,
abuse.
“Fulfilment”…
…
Drink the kool-aid child and dream,
of freedom,
to buy hollow commodities,
with cocaine-laced dollars,
hell, yeah,
those bastards keep the economy going,
you in the gutter,
*our* dreams, riches and power intact.
Happy Interdependence Day, in deed and fact.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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People,
the ultimate pawns.
Atomized
or collectivized,
deluded, denuded,
used,
despoiled, destroyed.
Pawns.
People:
expendable,
broken toys.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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