“The Landlord, The Weed & The Warlords” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

My Gardener Read A Lot About Napoleon

When I asked Him To Pull Weeds He Refused

He Said He Hadn’t Yet Finalised Battleplans

For The Eastern Portion Of My Yard

I asked Him “But Are You Up For It?”

He Said “It May Be My Demise”

I Turned Around & Went Back To My Silly-Screen.

& Left Him To Turn the Pages Of His ‘Parallel Lives’

When I Returned An Hour Later

A Russian Gardener Had Usurped Him

I Was About To Celebrate My Weeds Death

When I Saw He Too Was Holding A Book

“The Brothers Karamazov”

Oh No I Thought As I Realised That

My New Gardener Was Reading Stalin’s Favourite Book

I Tested Him

“Would You Mind Pulling Those Weeds” I Asked

He Simply Pointed Over To the Garden

My Landlord Was Pulling the Weeds Out

But They Were Also Tied to a Stake

I Went Back Inside to My Silly-Screen With A Broad Smile

It Was Nice To See Societies Roles Reversed

And Soon the Garden Would Look Great!

For Garden Work Is Just Like the History of Tyranny

The Ends Justify the Means.

“Mediocretus” (Poem)

Mediocretus the death angel – he’s no fool.

He’s got you by the balls & now your heads in a spin.

You think you’re wise & you think you’re smart,

But now he’s at your door.

He knocks six times six times six times six

Now sign here for your soul.

Look at all your friends faces – yes, they’re zombified!

Just like you – they took the oath

Now their brains are fried.

Medeocretus – The Black Death – he stole the world

Don’t now cry, I warned you so,

But you didn’t listen.

Mediocretus The Living Dead – He’s our President.

Blew our minds, waged a War,

Then he stole our bread.

And now what does the future hold for all humanity?

Don’t hold your breath, just close your eyes.

It was meant to be.

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The Earthly Plague of Mediocretus (Prose Poem)

Mediocretus is the town with zero growth.

There are a few thousand people, and it’s been this way for many, many years.

The surrounding towns have grown by the thousands,

Their People having prospered with their human-preceding, abundant terrestrial-material.

The stuff that was given to them, from the time before History Was Written.

Yet THIS rebellion-of-the-good town named Mediocretus has steadfastly refused to partake,

It has slapped the face of the precious land, fruit & waters, that preceded its peopling.

This the town defined by Spiritual Mediocrity – THIS IS MEDIOCRETUS.

By Name & by FREAK OF Nature.

It doesn’t partake in strangers ‘blow-ins’, ‘city slickers’ or Good People with Good Ideas.

It despises the knowledgeable & has even worse in store for the well-seasoned & wisened.

NO, this town is committed to Abject Mediocrity.

It’s happy being backward, afraid, uninspiring, a-social, anti-life.

In short – it is the Spiritual Wasteland of a Spiritual Wasteland.

It’s the town where the “cool teenagers” – the worst humans, kept their false status as aged Lizard Kings.

The towns Losers have found a winning-strategy in hiding their 100-Proof Mediocrity,

They are highly astute at being Ultra-Aloof to any ‘Alien’ that dare show ‘life force’.

Thus, the Zombies play a murderous game of smoke & mirrors – aka High-End Deception.

By this structural Ultra-Unfriendliness, the Mediocretan’s MURDER ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.

Why would the Mediocretan’s stick to such a Hellish outlook towards Enlightenment & the Good?

Why would they create a Social & Economic Living Hell,

Why would they create a prime commandment of Spiritual Darkness in Mediocretus Town?

I ask you oh Supreme Being – What is their Motivation?

Well, I’ll have a stab in the Dark Cavernous Void,

Christ did say “Forgive them Father- for they know not what they do” while being killed by heathens.

Thus, The Spiritually Lost in Mediocretus cannot do otherwise, but to invite darkness into their hearts.

And, so it is a fact – that is what this town must manifest itself as –

A Underworld Town Of Spiritual Darkness.

But deep down, even the Halfwit Zombies of Mediocre-Town must know this Truth to be True.

It must register in the recesses of their tiny corrupted worm-minds.

true Mediocretan’s must dread the possibility of rightful judgement & divine retribution.

Payback might & probably does happen outside this realm – but it unquestionably happens INSIDE this realm.

The Arrow of Retribution pierces the black un-beating hearts of the true inhabitants of Mediocretus.

For Punishment already happens to these Walking Dead, these Zombies – it is Their Own Lives.

It is an Everyday Mark of the Beast.

It becomes written in their weathered faces & far too early crippled bodies.

True Medeocretan’s suffer from EE-OH-VED – ‘Early-Onset-Vengeful-Eternal-Damnation”

For their self-styled deceitful & seemingly “Winning” Loser’s strategy, has ONE major flaw

Their Deadly Charade of ‘Aloofness as Virtue’ can never work – in the here and now of Mediocretus.

Thus, they are doubly condemned – On Earth Now & After they Bite & Swallow the Maggotted Dust.

Woe To Be Them.

Woe To Be Like Them.

Woe To Be With Them.

Woe to the Loving Few – who have the Zombies of Mediocretus spiritually attack them,

For this WILL happen to all those that bear the fruit of Love & Decency.

And So What of Strategies?

The Lovingly Enlightened must dust their feet off,

And steadfastly inhabit the Spiritual Towns that exist in other realms & dimensions.

You do not need to be where your body is.

So Let the Zombies Devour Each Other.

Let them tear the rotten flesh from one another,

let them Cannibalise their own entrails

Let them falsely accuse you – The Brethren Of The Good,

Let Their Soul-less Hearts Drown in The Lakes of Their Own Putrefied Blood,

In All the Mediocretus Doppelganger Town-Worlds that exist Infinitely –

Those Duplicated Mediocre-Towns that infest Earth, The Galaxy,

Other Galaxies & Other Universes.

For the creators of Mediocretus,

Will Always Reap the Darkness they Sow.

It is simple Destiny,

What Was, Is, And Will Always Be.

The Loving’s Goal is to simply understand these TRUTHS as inalienable fact.

So as to Smile Broadly through the Storms & Headwinds that is ‘Life in Mediocretus’.

Rest Easy, The Walking Undead of Mediocretus Don’t & Can’t Ever Win.

There Is No Stronger Truth In Existence Of Everything That Ever Was, is, or Will Be.

Saint Joe The Neuro-Typical (A Poem + Features on Ep 44 of Podcast).

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com @mrschmitzo

Joe The Neuro-Typical He/Got Caught Up In A Drag

Young Man He Lost His Life/In A Lounge -Room War, Yes

Wrote A Check…Got a wife /Got A Job’N’Mortgage…

Yes-Dear-No-Dear/Now Can I Have A Beer?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Now Where’s my Weekends?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/Got Himself Some Kids…

Now He’s Done &Done/ His Life Has Hit The Skids

His Wifes had Seven /& She Wants Seven More

Yes Dear No Dear/Can I Ring A Friend Dear?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Where’s My Motorbike?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Yeah Joe The Neuro-Typical , His Kids – Have All Left Home

Now He’s Ninety-Five /All His Times-a-Gone-Burger

He Had Plans To Play Guitar/But he Can’t Move His FingerHands

Yes Dear, No Dear/ What-d’-ya-want a Foot Massage?

No Sir, Bad Deal/ Where’s My Little Row Boat?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/ He’s Strung Out On-His Death Bed

Now He’s Ninety-Nine/ & Yes, His Minds Full Of Regret

Why’d He Give His Life? – For All That Hard Selfless Work?

He Coulda Said No/ Yeah Rode himself Into-The-Wind

Yes Sir, Good Deal/ But I Ask Will-He-Be-Re-Born?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That

“The Fabricator Vs The Engineer Vs The Physicist” (A Poem – Features in Ep. 43 of Podcast)

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The most common form of “Stolen Valour” is not someone posing as an Ex-Army Vet,

No Sir, that prize belongs to the ‘Fabricator’ that pretends to be an ‘Engineer’.

But should we really be surprised when a “Fabricator” is also a “Liar”?

I mean semantically the two words mean the same thing.

Words have Power.

Maybe this is why Fabricators love to call themselves “Engineers”.

But consider the brute facts:

Engineers don’t weld Trailor’s – Fabricators do.

Engineers can do higher math – Fabricators can’t.

Engineers have letters after their names – Fabricators dropped out of high school.

Engineers can ‘eat time’ – Fabricators are impatient.

Engineers live on the hill – Fabricators are willing to die on it.

But it would be a mistake to be snobby about Fabricators –

Society needs them – as weirdly we still need Well Welded Trailers just as much as we do Bridges, Cars, Computers & Aeroplanes.

A fabricator is an “essential worker”.

And a Fabricator can ‘Smell a Rat’ better than anyone – in true working-class fashion.

And there are more “Rats” out there than ever these days.

And let’s not forget the stereotype of the “arrogant engineer” – for there is an ounce truth in every stereotype.

However, Another Godlier Profession Trumps Both the Engineer & the Fabricator:

Those Awesome Physicists – The ‘Rockstars’ of Science’.

Yes, Physicists ‘lie’ – but these are “white lies” and used only to simplify their equations,

& so you – a total boob – can understand them.

There was a story about a Physicist caught ‘lying’ once,

But this was just hearsay as heard by a disgruntled Fabricator,

While eavesdropping on an Engineer, who sneakily called himself a Physicist.

What’s that you say?

About Physicist Richard Feynman?

About his supposed immorality?

Yes, he lied but only about his naughty deeds with his colleague’s wives – never about Physics.

Thus, the status of the worlds Physicists remains where it should be,

right next to the ‘God Particle’.

But then again, a Physicist often doesn’t wash for days & weeks while working on a tough equation.

And I ask you – should we all be forced to wear pegs on our noses for the sake of scientific progress?

So, I as judge, must call it a three-way tie between all the bastards.

The Fabricator, The Engineer, & the Physicist are all equally Good & Bad.

P.S. A near sighted fool might have said this to compare & contrast the three:

One probably has boils, one boils his kettle a lot, & the other lectures on “Boyles law”.

by Martin Anton Smith follow me on twitter/fb/Instagram: @mrschmitzo