” Ye Old Tale Of The Dastardly GFUKMUC ” (A Poem)

By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

If you’re really happy its Friday – there’s a problem to be worked on. You know it, I know it – we all know it.

“But what of all my accoutrements” I hear you say. Yes, exactly that is what trapped you in the first place.

In Big Cities The Hamster Wheels Sell Like Hot Cakes – But Shouldn’t You Treat Yourself to a Hotcake By a Country River?

You Don’t Need to Be Like Paul Gauguin – Who ditched his stockbroker career & wife career for wild poverty-stricken artists life (& eventual fame as a ‘Master’- yes that is true, but half that was also blind luck).

You can exchange the Hamster Wheel for a lower geared one which turns more freely. Never forget your life is not supposed to be toil & no freedom – that’s not why you’re here. . .If you don’t know that, there’s plenty of People out there to exploit your mindset…namely a Giant Faceless Universal Klingon-Like Multinational Unkind Corporation (i.e. a G*F*U*K*M*U*C)

Always remember Something or Someone amazing put you here to experience what is naturally here & to help a few fellow villagers – ‘Concrete jungles’ & ‘Computer screens’ & Rent & ‘Mortgages’ & ‘Late for workness’ & ‘Good Suburbs'” are a construction of “The Almighty Economy”.

You know that 75% of “the economy” is mostly a swindle. Work in the 25% that isn’t one.

Don’t keep working for that G*F*U*K*M*U*C forever – after all, on your death bed you will definitely not say

“I wish I had worked more hours, months & Years for that G*F*U*K*M*U*C”

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