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Yes, things suck, I quite agree,

but it’s hard to imagine it being




So, let me be…

In relative peace

and comparative security.






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.




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,


putting you to work,


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,





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.




Sick joke.

After the deluge, flood,

gut-wrenching damage,

heart-broken people,

sunshine has the temerity to break through,


I grimace in the glare.

What solace?

Perverted grace.


… Mockery and farce.




Senseless violence, you say, as you shake your head,


Problem is, it’s not senseless.

For the perpetrator the carnage has a reason.

For the victim, the crime is anything but devoid of sense:

it assaults every sensory preceptor in their body,

chews them up, and spits them out.


Immoral and illogical,

but not senseless.




Casanova and Byron,

bastards both, apparently.

Literally and figuratively.

A TV documentary informed.


A repulsive word,

somehow back in fashion,




like cunt,

and a virgin


for the fifteenth time.




Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,

went fishing,


zero sum.

Sikorskys overhead,

deer flea.


Everything is atomic warfare.




“Dear Colleague, have you considered our proposal and the implications of the dossier anymore? Any conclusions?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes,

vapid pools

of bullshit.

“The future is as fucked as today,” I replied.

“We’re screwed, and all too soon another unwanted baby will be born.”





and despite my improved mood,

my prayer wasn’t answered immediately.

Rather, a pair of satan’s minions paid me a visit.

They came to my cell and gave me two options,

equally loathsome.

How could I reply?

Ah, yes,

I see…


You learn pretty quickly

(with a gun to your head).




Une monde sans pitié,

l’univers de la désenchantée.