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The Curse Of NeverWrong (A Poem)

March 29, 2023March 30, 2023Posted in fictionTagged fiction, Humour, PoemsLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

The Attack Of NeverWrong

Hit You Between The Ears

Brought A Tear To Your Black Eye

Then Messed With Your Tongue

NeverWrong Saw You Comin’

It Had You All On File

It Wiped Your Memory

& Installed Its New Drive

…………………………………………………………………………………

Gibber Gibber Sir Sleeps-a-lot

Oh, How You’ve Changed

Where Once A Fine Man Shone

Now Your Overdone, Blind & Gone

That Was The Curse Of NeverWrong

You Sit In Its Cauldron & Get Too Warm

Your More Than Just A Basket Case

Swaying Cross-eyed Nibbling On A Scone

…………………………………………………………………………….

NeverWrong The Nowhere Beast

It Always Knows Your Vices And Your Contagions

So Don’t Say Never! Don’t Know Never! Don’t Think Never!

Don’t Wait For Its ‘Congratulations’

NeverWrong Taunts And Haunts You

For It Knows Too Well Its Timeless Hour

Yes, You’re In NeverWrongs Cursed Grips

Coz Your Loose Lips Sunk Its Ships

………………………………………………………………………….

Where Was Your Guardian Angel?

That Friend You Needed So Much

Were They Sleeping While You Ate Its Dust?

You Say You Didn’t Deserve This Sadness

But You Let Stupidity Be Your Guest

So Long Farewell And All That Guff

For In The Near Distant Future You’ll Learn

Being Nice To NeverWrong Is Not Nearly Enough

“Hollywood Sucks/Parasitic Capitalism” (A Poem)

March 3, 2023March 4, 2023Posted in fiction, UncategorizedTagged Capitalism, fiction, Hollywood, Industrialist, Parasitic Capitalism, Poems, societyLeave a comment

By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

It’s Funny How Hollywood Creates Characters With a Certain ‘Language’

A ‘Language’ That Denotes The Character Has “Great Pride Courage & Wisdom”

Yet The Thing They Are Doing Or Aiming For Is Usually a ‘Fool’s Errand’

An Errand That Would Never Work In The Real World

Of Course, In The Story It Succeeds.

‘Hollywood’ Aims To Program Modern Day Serfs (Called ‘Low Wage Employees’) With Bad Ideas

So, They Will Never Join The Aristocracy

And So the Aristocracy Feasts With Untrammled Gluttony

Aristocracy Plunders Tangible & Intangible Goods

The Products Of The Metaphorical Farmed Animals – The Modern Day Serf

And The Harvest? Mansions, Status, Accolades awards memberships etc

This Could Be Like A Packaged Orange Drink

Get Your “SerfJuiceTM Its Ultra Concentrated Wealth – Freshly Squeezed From The Serfs”

This Cabal ensures wealth is always trickling upwards

From the disempowered to the Aristocracy.

Of Course, There Is a Small ‘Eye Of The Needle’ Left Open –

But That Is Only There To Maintain The Mirage, To Create ‘Plausible Deniability’

They can say “See you can make it too, look at him – he rose up from poverty to riches”

Left Unsaid: “All he had to do was sell both his soul to us, & you down the river”

To Be Clear – I’m Not Against Someone Getting Rich

There Are The Good Rich Who Do A Lot At A small Margin To Benefit The Whole

The Ideal Example Is The Old-Fashioned Industrialist

Operating In a Competitive Market

He Pays well

The Workers Make Good Goods

The Worker Serves Good Services

They Work Hard

They Get a Good wage

His Family Prospers

The Industrialist makes a healthy but Fair Profit.

This is to be applauded.

It’s The Parasitic investor that I’m talking about.

He’s The Guy Who Makes The Workers Deeds Irrational

For Why Would Anyone Work To Lose Money?

It’s Not Economically Reasonable.

Yet Just Look Around – This Is Where We Find Ourselves.

Yes The Parasitic Investor Owns The nice House On The Hill

But Under His Persian Rugs Lies More Than A Few Bodies

I Am Against The Man

Who Regales In His Sneakily Manufactured Shortages

I Am Merely Saying To You Sir & Madam

We Don’t Need None Of That Stuff Anymore

I’m Merely Calling a Spade A Spade

And Applauding Those That Actually Dig The Ground With It

And Then Plant Crops For Us All To Feast Upon.

So Don’t Dare Call Me A Marxist!

Let It Be Known Here Once & For All

I’m For A Pro Adam Smith Production Based Competitive Economy

Because My Fine Friend

That’s Simply All that Works In the Long Run.

“The Last Line Of Dissent” (A Poem)

February 25, 2023February 25, 2023Posted in fiction, philosophyTagged Aliens, Dissent, fiction, One World Government, Poems, social commentaryLeave a comment

Poem by martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I Say To You This

My Freedom Loving Friend

That Dissenting Views Are Required

For A Properly Functioning Democracy

The Stupid And Intellectually Lazy Don’t Get This.

Those People Are Your Quintessential Gulag Prison Guards

Who When Finally Held To Task

Plead Innocence As They Cry:

“We Where Only Taking Orders Your Honour”

How Many More Times

Must Humanity Be Squeezed

By The Same Vice

Of The Power Mad

Every Third or Fourth Generation

Like Clockwork?

Are We Destined To Relive

This Dastardly Pendulum Forever?

This Saeculum Of Insincerity

I Dare Say So Yes

But To Counter My Own Argument

As A Wise Man Will Tend To Do

I Now Say Now To You Surely

That This Pendulum Also Has A Good Side

That The Orb Always Swings Towards

In Time & Away From The Bad

For As While Local Despots Have Always Grown

In Blackened Fields

So Have Foreign Harvesters

Who Invade Reap & Discard

But Also Plant Their New Seeds Next To The Old

That Has Been The Way Of The World

From Antiquity To The Now

‘Quarter Filled’ 21st Century Chalice

But Have The Winds Of Change Blown?

Have The Rains of Revision Descended?

Has A Mighty Chasm Ripped Earths Social Rubric?

Can Local & Foreign Dissenters Still Win?

As First & Second Lines Of Defence?

With A Future Global Government

Having Flown Past Right Past Our Horizons

And Now Is Rapping

Its Bleeding Knuckles On Our Doors

The Perfectly Souless AI Goose-Stepped Algorithms

With Ubiquitous Surveillance & Control

And Sometime Soon To Wear Exoskeletons

Alas My Freedom-Loving Friend!

If There Are No Longer

Any Competing Empires

Who Sincerely Disagree

And Are Not Afraid

To Be The Bad Guys

To Beat The Bad Guys

As Has Always Worked Well

Who Will Function As

The Last Line Of Dissent?

Will We All Soon Be Crossing Our Fingers?

And Looking Into Space?

And If The Answer Is ‘Yes’

What If Nothing’s Really Out There?

Except For Swirls Of Inanimate Galactic Dust

& Screeds of Slowly Bending Light Rays

Alas My Freedom-Loving Friend

I Truly Say To You

Who Will Save Us Then?

“The Neo-Con of Neoliberalism” (A Poem)

February 15, 2023February 16, 2023Posted in fiction, PoemsTagged fiction, Neocon, Neoliberalism, Poems, social commentary, spirituality, WolfiwitzLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Thatcher & Reagan’s Neoliberalism

Was pro “Free Market”-

The Only Snag For The Independant Shopkeeper

Was That The ‘Large Corporation’

Was Much More “Free-er” Than He Was.

So It Continues & Amplifies

40+ Years Later.

& So Our Prices Inflate

& So Our Goods Break More Easily

More Than That Selfishness Spread

Bred & Multiplied

As Easily As A Bully Taunts The Weakened Soul

And Then His Cronies Follow His Darkened Path

And Once Selfishness Took Its Foothold

So Society Decayed Dramatically

Like A Cavity Left & Fed With Soda Pop

Each Tooth Began To Fall Out

Until One Day The Last Tooth Began To Shift

We – The Society Of The 2020’s

Are That Last Wobbling Tooth

& Who Will Save This Tooth?

Who Will Save Us?

Who Will Save Us

From These Spiritual & Literal Starvations?

I’m looking For A Show Of Hands

I Expect Not Many Hands Rose

And That’s Why It’s So Easy

For Society To Decline

To Know This Effect More Personally

To Have It Underlined In Ones Mind

All One Needs To Do

Is Read The Pages Of History

And Look At Your World Again

This Time With Unblinkered Eyes

Hurry Fast Now My Enlightened One

Before All The Best Books

Are All But Burnt Embers

Shadows Of Their Former Selves

Just As We Are

Then & Only Then

Can We Defeat Rampant Neoliberalism

That Ever present Neo-Con-Artist

That Dresses In Sheeps Clothing

“Destiny Sings Its Return” (A Poem)

February 11, 2023February 12, 2023Posted in PoemsTagged dystopia, fiction, mystical, PoemsLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

It Rises From The Black Abyss

No One Knows What It Is

Or From Which Void It Appeared

But It’s Mission Is Just

And You Sense It’s Fair

A Voice Inside Your Head Says

“I Am Looking For You”

Is That The Beast Or a Saviour?

It Circles The Skies & Lands

Its Tasks Are Due Today

It’s Looking for the Walking Dead

As It Approaches You From Above

From a Hazy Distance

You Ask Yourself

Am I The One?

The Answer Becomes Clear

The Beast Has Called Your Name

As the Beast Closes Its Jaws

It’s The Last Thing You Hear

A Crisp Clear Cracking Of Your Skull

But This Is Just The Beginning

For Your Life Was But a Shadow

Of a Hidden Realm All Around

Now You’re Finally a Soul Again

It’s a Sinking Sombre Feeling

That Your Life Was But A Joke

So Nothing Came Of Nothing

Under Your Friend The Beasts Yolk

Hiding In Your Inhuman Cocoon

You’ve Played The Wrong Hand

All Too Cool & Now Your Dead

Destiny Sings Its Return

“Bread Wine & Shows”

February 4, 2023February 4, 2023Posted in PoemsTagged Ceaser, dystopia, fiction, history, Poems, RomansLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

How Did They Make Slavery Legal?

They Gave Them Some Pocket Money

Reduced Their Hours

Gave Them A Couple of Weeks Off A Year

Allowed Them A “Weekend”

& Just Like The Ancient Roman Caesers’

Oiled Them

Pacified them

Distracted Them

With “Bread Wine & Shows”

And Finally

Like A Retired Roman Centurian

Who Had Now Done His One-Score Stint

They Allowed Them A Very Slim Chance

To Escape Their Bonded Servitude

Then In The 19th Century They Ditched The Term “Slavery”

Then Relabelled & Exchanged It

For the Word “Employee”

But Among The Shadowy Slave Masters

That Have Always Ruled This Un-Hallowed Orb

It’s Simply Called

“Sustainable Slavery”

But They Couldn’t Have Done It Without Us

Sleepwalking Down the Aisles & Amphitheaters

& Into The Bloody Colosseums

& We Did It All

For Just A Few

Crumbs Drops & Laughs

Of Those Three Hypnotising Secret Agents

“Bread, Wine, & Shows”

Woe Is We

The Eternally Hoodwinked Masses

We’ve Lasted Through The Ages

Fed With ‘More Of The Same’

Yes It’s True

Nothing Really Changes

In This Roman Empire

That We Still Call Home.

“Animal Food” (A Poem)

January 31, 2023January 31, 2023Posted in Culture Wars, PoemsTagged Animal Food, fiction, genius, PoemsLeave a comment

by Martin Anton Smith

Very Few People Will Ever Listen To You

Even Less Will Listen To Those

Who Have Something To Say

If You Have Nothing To Say

But Offer a Banquet

Of ‘Animal Food’

People Will Cram The Halls

And Gorge Themselves Silly

And Call You A ‘Genius’.

This Sir and Maddam

Is Our Planet

Earth

But I Ask You This:

What Did We Do Wrong..

To End Up Here?

Isn’t This A Fair Question?.