Tag Archive 'satire'

Dec 31 2010

Ignorant Bliss

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Describe me the pleasures of ignorant bliss,
When life’s like a train you are bound to miss,
When casual trifles appear in pink,
And wonders untouchable instantly shrink.

You don’t want to alter reality frail,
So every bold thought finds itself in a jail.
You welcome no changes, you try just to match
The role you play, fate’s satirical sketch.

You say you don’t mind it, I know its false,
Your day, like a wheel, monotonously rolls.
You suffer to fit an invisible hole
That life cast you into. To fight or to crawl?

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Dec 01 2010

In the Gutter

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You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
You’ve merged with the shades of the earthly despair.

Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career,
But luck’s velvet fingers won’t grant you a touch,
Your purpose is being in front of the rear,
You cannot believe that it costs one too much.

The same elevator, the buttons in rows
From Monday till Friday. The same boring week.
You press button ten: you are taken below -
Regarding your dwelling, emotion-sick.

You crave for respect and life-long recognition,
But rich-colored life is behind your bent back,
You don’t realize it’s a bitter position,
You’ve never considered the change of this track.

You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
But you are deprived of the pleasure of thought.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
The look of a shadow is all that you’ve got.

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Apr 09 2010

Every Single Evening’s Plot

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I closed the door of my dirty old flat,
I went outside for a short evening stroll.
I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead.
I’d only arrived when I heard a phone call.
It was so persistent, so deafening loud.
Who failed to forget me? I wanted to know.
I took a deep breath for a desperate shout,
Picked up the receiver: “Hello! Hello?”
Just silence. An error? Wrong number? Or what?
A quick thought of you. Stupid me! Would you care?
I started to feel all the spirits I’d bought
Dissolve in my blood, neutralizing despair.
In less than an hour my neighbours arrived
And asked me for something they needed. Okay.
I gave them a condom and bade them hot night -
I wouldn’t have sex for some number more days.
I spent the next hour listening to moans,
But envy and anger were still neutralized.
I’d made through the day, and I’d done it alone.
The neighbours calmed down. I closed my eyes.

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Apr 01 2010

Damn

Published by under Poetry

Dive into your own damned lake,
Take the turn – I’m going straight.
Your intended failed mistake
Has defined your only fate.

No, I cannot stop the herd,
I can’t drain your ego’s gall.
I can neither beat one nerd
Nor by words defeat them all.

But my keen and poignant phrase
Does reveal my only wish:
Live your own rusty days,
Poison your fucked up damned dish!

In your masks you look the same,
As perfection cheats on you.
You deny your spirit’s lame,
And this way you prove it true.

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Nov 11 2009

Big Knobs’ Dicks

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You pray to angels with dirty wings,
Buy mercy and sell it,
Your rotten selfishness fucking stinks,
Dozens of cities smell it.
Your dirty sluts own golden cunts,
Justice smells just like dough,
Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts
At crusty First Channel’s shows.

Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood
Rule pointless decisions,
You, big knobs’ dicks, are too deep in mud
Far beyond your own vision.
Newspapers vomit your ugly words,
Your promises are inflated,
The laws have turned into global swords,
The world is humiliated.

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