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I hear things, I see things,

inside, outside society,

even from my prison cell.

Like, drunken, drugged fools,

all too clear,

the more public the better,

idiots

(and this is *living*!?) ….

Apparently they have no fear of Kompromat.

Perhaps they have “nothing to lose”

(can it really be, so many people thus?),

near and far from home.

As for me, by choice, I always drank alone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Follow the purple umbrella

(the color is not significant),

you’ve paid for the tour,

now enter museums of splendor,

magnificence,

historical importance,

indeed,

museums of decadence.

Look at the gold!

Look at the art!

Look at the opulence!

Look at the young prince’s carriage, how ornate, how neat,

it was pulled around the palace grounds by merino sheep.

Look at the wealth captured by the few,

adulated and celebrated by the many,

used to perpetuate the cycle,

Habsburgs, haves, and have-nots.

I sigh,

and close my eyes

Continue.

More of same.

Accoutrements of wealth and fame.

A long and twisted walk through the hallways.

But wait, what’s this?

Oh,

here in a dark corner,

is a small room with mementos from one of many wars,

understated chamber of horrors…

Indeed, how many died,

in the name of lies

and bloody war,

for the glory of empire

and emperor?

 …

 

I watch, listen, read

the news media.

Confusion and panic,

mixed with banality and pseudo-calm.

They talk about riots, divided nations,

propaganda and misinformation,

hate, hate, hate,

danger,

in between adverts for dating websites,

loan sharks

and sports betting.

The masses are asses,

they clearly believe

and want to continue to deceive.

And,

what is the truth and what is the bullshit (?)

in a nation which is supposedly the epitome of democracy

where people don’t accept the outcome of an election,

proclaiming loudly, violently and obnoxiously that,

he’s not my President!

If the shoe had been on the other foot, imagine the world’s outrage.

As Franz Kafka wisely implied

to the lost:

Give it up.

Yesterday she talked,

like I was a friend.

Today she turned her head,

ignorantly walked.

 

Betrayed, cast outside,

I have some more perspective,

I raise my eyebrows.

 

I sigh and despair,

the realization hits home:

people suck me dry.

 

And the last thing I need to hear

is politicians and wannabes spouting and espousing

the need for progressive policies

and/or conservative values,

both oxymorons.

Change for change’s sake

and retention for the want of a bowel movement.

Like, who wouldn’t want to be known as progressive?

It’s a natural aspiration,

of course.

But the word (and world) has been hijacked.

Change does not always equal progress

and a step forward often results in many steps backward.

Study history.

Likewise conservatism,

a security blanket,

but, really, is the world here and now,

people, place, society,

so great that we want to preserve it, as is?

Go back into the hole you came out of,

one might say.

In between the devil and the toxic sea.

Turn on, tune in, OD, drop out.

Humans are stupid…

Bears have the good sense to hibernate.

 

No money to feed the children.

No money to treat the sick.

No money to help the poor, the homeless, the fatherless, the elderly, the hard-up, hard-luck, screw-up who’s about to kill himself and as many others as he can take with him, already in hell.

But money to pay for Monster Jam Trucks

(Coming to a city near you…)

… That’s entertainment,

the true opiate of the masses.

The Art Model raised her eyebrows and grimaced as she thought about these things.

 

Distraction is death,

a soul-seeping perfidy,

online, adverts, “friends”…

The masses are asses,

as they say in all the classics.

Behind the scenes,

strings are pulled, faces plastic.

Lies, lies, and exploitation.

Democracy is a dangerous illusion,

a perfidious panacea,

like Madison Avenue and Hollywood –

cover your ears

and shut your eyes during the advertisements –

the sharks smell your blood,

they come from near and far…

Fear progress and development.

Ignore the influential voices, the catchy jingles,

Lust and lies.

They want to waste your time.

They want to bleed you dry.