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
…
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
…
Slough of despondency,
my sensitive soul mourns:
liberal society,
apex depravity.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
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
…
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
…
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
…
People,
the ultimate pawns.
Atomized
or collectivized,
deluded, denuded,
used,
despoiled, destroyed.
Pawns.
People:
expendable,
broken toys.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
Do not underestimate the power of revulsion,
Dear advertisers.
I am a better person, immediately, for seeing your shit,
I get up, turn the television off and walk away.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
The politician decided to tell the truth,
once more,
living dangerously.
Indeed:
Life and death insurance,
funeral plans, slavery…
The commodification of everything,
suits the government, totally.
Tax payable and jobs created,
we thrive on your misery!
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
The politician decided to be honest,
to open herself up.
Of course, democracy will punish her…
Public opinion. Popularity contest.
Tabloid reporting. High-brow sneering.
Kompromat? … Yes, please!
“Entertainment”, baloney, titillating feel,
people don’t want “real”.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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