The small uncapitalised ‘you’ has foolishly agreed to play IT’s game.

The more you the brainwashed version of you try to play the game well,

The more you will go crazy.

It’s just a matter of degree & when.

Monstrous IT, has planned it all this way.

Bad IT, has sold you this deception.

Evil IT wants you (hoodwinked you) to go totally mad.

Nefarious IT wants you to believe in unicorns –

Corporate careers, Giant mortgages, & Siamese twin like relationships.

Terrible IT is the spider & little you is the web woven fly.

IT’s web is wide & worldly & their are far too many files on the little lemming-ised version of you.

Shitty IT aims to lock you in arrays of shipwrecks & dungeons – with many a barnacle permanently attached to your ass.

Soulless IT supplies dungeon to dungeon to dungeon : Home, Office, Hotel Room.

Perverse IT will tell you there’s a giant nebulous spirit called a ‘national economy’ so that it can tank it periodically – to keep little you happy chewing grass.

A-hole IT does not want you to plant your own veges, be peaceful, read wise books, have no addictions, be happy with your own company or to live cheaply in the woods.

Wanky Wanky IT hates the Truth & Truth tellers.

As good wise anti-witch Doctors advice,

Ween yourself of IT.

See yourself off IT

In short – Capitalise yourself asshole!

Bonus Material:

Note the author: This poem used heavy artistic license when implying that you could just not be a part of the swindle we get sucked into in this world as adults. Of course the reality is that like perfect jailers – they’ve designed the system so you can’t truly leave it other than via death or living under a bridge. So of course my correct advice is If you are stuck in the normal jail cell like reality , the best option will probably be to smile through the bullshit & look to make a few wise choices to little by little improve your life – after all most people amplify the shit sandwich they’ve been served – they marry a mean drunk or slag…they stay working for the really bad company instead of they just plain bad one. …they gamble…drink too much….become Marxist’s etc etc I.e. there’s no need to amplify the bad deal you’ve already been dealt.

To use my terminology from the poem (I used the term “IT” to mean “The System”):

“If you can’t leave IT, at least don’t take IT too seriously – “confidently smile through the IT”

P.P.S This poem is probably a years end that doesn’t cut it, perhaps it is just ‘late end of year stock content’, but I hope it has a few gems among the half polished turds. Yes it’s ‘low brow’ but alt least it’s also comes with some ‘high brow’ sprinkles.