by Martin Anton Smith

If Earth was a store it would be called:
Bondservants ‘R’ Us! ….(in giant flashing neon letters).
You know it’s TRUE.
What’s That?
But you have a ‘Career’?
Gimme A break.
That’s the thing they told you,
So, you’d produce more crap,
And trade your precious time on earth,
Without even an audible whimper.
Well – ‘at least I have my vices’ you think or say.
You Fool –
They own all the vices.
Sex drugs alcohol or whatever.
They wisely designed & advertised those vices.
As both your temporary escape,
And more importantly as your permanent chains.
It’s a devilish scheme.
It makes a man forget that his time & freedom is all he really has.
And be too tired & broken down to fight for it.
Like all good systems they’ve also designed it so you can’t live outside the system.
So that if you do try to leave – you risk total starvation & homelessness & a death on the streets.
So, If your too fearful for that, you only have these menu items:
Bondservant
Bondservant who polices other Bondservants
Bondservant who owns other Bondservants
Bondservants who own other Bondservants who own other Bondservants
These are the only options they give you.
What’s that you say?
“But I can work hard & become one of “them” – y’know, live the ‘American Dream’!”
No No No, You Fool – Can’t you see?

Success in ‘The American Dream’ is climbing the 4-tiered Bondservant system.
Those who I call “them” are the overlords outside the system, the ones that run it.
To be one of “them”, you have to be born into the cabal.
An a-priori predestination, if you will.
And don’t kid yourself – it’s nothing to be proud of or want.
“But if this is true”- I hear you cry “how do I stop myself going crazy or topping myself then?”
Easy – you accept you Bondservant fate with a wry smile,
Because by knowing the Truth then deep down you also know,
This absurdity here on Earth ain’t all there is.
Not by a long stretch.
Unless of course –
Earth is Hell itself.
Then I logically expect we’ll be reborn back into it all.
I agree with you – What a terrible excruciatingly blackening haranguing thought.
But on a more positive note,
Hell on Earth or not, all slaves can sneak a few good moments.
Just as the walking dead of WW1 did in between bouts of certain death.
They were smart enough to have a few laughs & ales between bombshells, shrapnel, & whizzing-past-your-ear bullets.
Yes, it is true my friend,
We can always grab good moments – right out of our polluted airs.
For by definition darkness cannot exist without light.
There has to be at least a few glorious photons to be had at all times.
And If life as a Human on Earth is not hell at all,
Then even a grumpy depressed beer-drinkin’ asshole like you or me has to admit,
One day things might just slightly improve.