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“Caviar At The Work Table” (Prose/A Poem)

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by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

The World Waiter will serve you shit sandwiches.

Then tell you it’s caviar.

When you scream:

“Can’t you see that’s shit between bread???”

The World Waiter will say:

“How dare you insult our glorious chef – he cooks for you..you...Workers….

He bends over backwards for you…you.. ungratefuls……

Now eat your effing caviar you…you…WORKER YOU!”

And then if you say:

“And what will you do if I refuse to eat this shit sandwich World Waiter sir?”

They will say:

“We will make sure you cannot work yourself to death…er I mean are employed in our work camps….er I mean Work tables…

..We will conspire amongst ourselves to ban you from slavery..er Work.. & you will die in a ditch!…

You’ll get no shit sandwhiches…I mean you’ll get no delicious caviar… you..you…Worker swine! – you’ll starve fool!!!”.

You think for a minute – soaking it all in.

You know those workers who refused to toe the line.

Those ones under the bridges.

Those starving ones.

Those ones wearing threadbare rags.

Those ones all The Workers like you are afraid to one day become.

Those ones who couldn’t play anymore or were kicked off the sick game on offer .

Those ones who saw the shit sandwhiches as shit sandwhiches.

You make a decision & bite down hard on the shit sandwhich, its contents oozing down you chin.

You look up merrily & say to the impatient & now fuming World Waiter:

“My word this caviar is delightful!.. This is the best shit sandwhich.. er I mean caviar, I’ve ever tasted…so juicy! Give my regards to the glorious & bent over chef”.

The World Waiter now placated half smiles & slowly dissapears to the next Worker Table.

You think to yourself.

“I swear this shit sandwhich is starting to taste like caviar”.

You suddenly feel ashamed, for you think you know what’s happening.

Your cowardly thoughts somehow soothe your confortably re-battered soul.

The thought goes on:

“Oh well, at least I’ll be retiring from this Work Table in fifteen years.

It’s not that long – I’ve been here twice that time anyway!…

…and then I’ll be able to have all this shit tasting caviar without even having to sit at a Work Table”.

As you feel less fearful that you’ll end up like “The Others”, you hear the The World Waiter from accross the room.

“How dare you insult our glorious chef – he cooks for you..you..Workers….”.

As you finish your last bite, you feel a twinge on cameraderie wash over you.

“Ah..so this is what it feels like to be truly alive, among colleagues, well fed, with a roof over my head…and sitting at this highly polished Worker Table….Long life the glorious World Waiter & The bent-over Chef!….I am so lucky! Lucky-Lucky-Lucky!”

But then you find yourself in the midst of a sudden involuntary “GULP”.

You know somethings up – but for the life of you,

You can’t quite figure out what it is.

They Haven’t Yet Burned All The Books (A Short Article)

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by Martin Anton Smith

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Caption: Can You See The Cog?

“If a Slave tells the other Slaves they are Slaves he is rejected by his own. We live in a world where Slaves cannot see or admit that they are so, nay will not admit so under any circumstances” Alfred X Turnstile famous writer of “Do You See It” 1927. P.S. The book or the Author is not real, but the sentiment is.

Slaves will even advertise themselves on a public forum called “the Internet” desperately hoping that Slave Masters & other Slaves will be impressed by their commitment to Modern Day Slavery. Yes, there are little to no gaps in their Slave Records, which are euphemistically called CV’s. Yes – some of these modern-day Slaves even have “Houses”, “Cars”, “Holidays”, “Smart Phones” (Which make you dumb quick)”,”Husbands”, “Wives”, “Grandparents” “Cousins” & “Children”. In fact most do. And it has always been this way. But most of these things do they truly own, & the things they think are ‘natural relationships’ have become debased versions of what they were intended to be.

In the case of the modern urban husband, his wife now owns him outright & without any escape clause in the contract. This is debasement of the intended role of men & women, husbands & wives, Children, Cousins, Grandparents. This is the trick – to debase, to inverse or reverse the original true & good intention.

However, if you are a Slave to the Machine, this is not your fault – the system of domination is so perfected that the only alternative is to live under a bridge. Fault is not the point – the point is to realise your Slavery so as you can game the system as much as possible. If you don’t admit you are a Slave, you can never game the system to your advantage. So who is a Slave? there are some grey areas – but the main class of Slaves is black & white both literally & figuratively – these are the Employees.

Bukowski was correct – “Slavery was never abolished, only expanded to include all the colours”. Know it. Game it. But I know not everyone can do this. Only a tiny few have this power. Call it a Superpower – because that’s what it is. If you succeed in having “open eyes”, you’ve somehow beat the centuries of expert brainwashing you were born into. This is probably only because they haven’t yet burnt all the books. That day is well under way. Use your time wisely. But first you must take your time back for yourself.

“The Slave Farm” (A Thought)

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by Martin Anton Smith

This ‘World’ & its ‘Economy’ are made for Four types:

Firstly –

The under-confidant slave type, from ‘bad families’.

These are those that are perpetually squashed & always have been throughout History.

Let’s call them The Slaves – for yes, they definitely still exist.

They take their beatings like the hardened soldiers they are.

They are the rank & file of the Corporation.

Secondly,

Is the over-confidant but totally average intellegence type,

Let’s call them the ‘Slave Line Managers’

Who are smart enough to do the work assigned,

But not too smart to raise the question ‘why do it at all?’.

These types are willing to pull the ladder up on their own – the Slaves,

Becasue they like the carrots then dished out.

These are the ‘Corporate achievers’ – The Corporate Leaders & Managers.

They occupy the top two-thirds of the Corporation.

It’s worth mentioning the Apex types of these,

These are the Machiavellian types from the so called ‘good families’ & boarding schools.

They are the CEO’s, The Execs, The Partners, The Politicians, the MP’s & PM’s & Presidents.

These are the ones that are talked about on the airwaves,

The ones in movies you are told in a myriad of sneaky ways to respect, to obey.

The Third kind are the modern-day Slave Owners

They are the Ultra Mega Billionaires – the ones that own all the key assets,

These are those that sell mega credit cards to entire nations – to enslave them.

They have the controlling share of THE EARTH.

And contrary to airwave propaganda – they decide what is done & when.

These are the types that let World Wars happen.

It is imporatant that these types are anonymous & hide in the shadows –

They’d be assassinated in a second otherwise.

Oh & I almost forgot – theres a Fourth type – The Celebrity –

These are the empty vessels that are the autometon agents of Slave Owners –

They are a special type of Slave –

They are stupid, wildly overconfident,

& desperate to remedy a distinct lack childhood parental love.

The Slave owner uses these types of Slaves as a messenger to all the other Slaves.

The message is

“Stay in your lane Slave!”

“Follow orders rom above”

“Don’t think you can escape now”

“We’ve got you for life!”

Then their are those that live ourside the World & The Economy:

They’ll probably die early under a bridge,

Becasue to live outside the system entails this.

These are the Angels.

And they cannot feel hatred,

And they are not violent either.

Only the Slave Owners & the Angels themselves know this.

The other two ranks of Slaves merely call the ‘Bums’ or ‘Losers’.

The Slave Owners have designed a wicked system of genius,

Whereby if you reject the World & The Econony,

As an Angel would & does,

You will be nade to suffer greatly,

So much so, all will see it.

You will serve as a warning to all the other Slaves to not to do the same.

The last thing they want,

Is for you to enjoy the good & bountiful natural world as it was designed for you.

They must stop this at all costs,

And that’s why The World looks as it does today –

A Slave Farm.

Yes Sir & Maddam,

The Slave Owners do some devilish works.

And now you know it too.

“PS…I Will Most Likely Dissapoint You” (A Poem)

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by Martin Anton Smith

I am an Arty type,

I’ve drawn, painted, played music, & written stuff.

I self-sabotage – but that’s just another (unpublished) story.

But weirdly for an Arty type,

I look after my health & fitness.

I also now work with my hands.

So I’m in pretty good shape.

I could almost pass for a personal trainer.

This is a problem.

For for others, i.e. normies – I confuse them.

They feel they are not getting what they are buying.

They want a fellow unthinking normie jock.

But in me they get an overthinker;

A non-fiction & literature type book reader;

A night owl-late-rising “slacker”;

A “conspiracy theorist”;

A guy who can’t ever keep his room clean long;

Someone who can’t be easily brainwashed;

Someone who can think properly;

Someone who knows that Slavery never ended –

Only expanded to include everyone,

The fact hidden via ubiquitous airwave mantras;

Someone who knows that Brainwashing is the real economic currency on Earth;

So given all the above – most soon grow to hate me.

They wanted their real bona fide Jock,

Their unthinking buff personal trainer,

Their ardent careerist who thinks they’ll soon ‘get there’,

If only they’d work more hours in the office.

Someone who’d agree with their goon-scripted banalities & frivolities.

Someone who’d agree with ‘The Programming’.

Well I’m sorry that I falsely advertised myself visually.

But to nick the soon-to-be-forgotten cliche line –

From the finally soon-to-be-forgotten Bob Dylan,

That ain’t me babe,

No No No,

That ain’t me babe,

That ain’t me your looking for.

(Note: The ‘that aint me babe’ cliche works only if you also sing the line)

I know I’m breaking the artistic rules by being Arty AND Fit,

But there’s a good reason for it.

I liked Science & Maths before I liked Art.

You see, being fit simply makes sense,

If you have to still live in the physical world.

We are far too obsessed with our petty in-groups,

Where to be admitted into supposed ‘rebellion’,

You have to wear the right uniform.

And so I ask of you:

Why would a person who can truly act & think freely,

Ever agree to such a monstrosity?

So I will continue to look like a jock,

Despite the mass disappointment it engenders.

If only I’d make better art.

But again,

That’s just another (unpublished) story.

“The Economy (Wants You Dead)” (An Idea)

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by Martin Anton Smith

The Economy wants all your time,

All your energy,

All your attention.

While you’re its useful slave – it’ll run you ragged, daily.

It’ll make you sit & stare at a eye ruining-dopamine destroying – 25 fps-flickering-doom screen.

And they work you’re doing isn’t any more real,

Than the social construct that created it.

The “story” is that down the line something “of value” is produced.

That’s a lie – 90% of what’s produced is in reality a by-product.

The real product is Brainwashing – the product/service is in actuality, just the derivative of that.

“Holidays away for the plebs” – Brainwashing to squeeze the last remainder of cash from the slaves.

“House, Land + Mortgage package” – designed to trap you as a Modern Slave to “The Economy”.

“Brand Marketing” – hacks your biological need for social acceptance.

“Alcohol fueled weekends” – designed to make you forget last week but ensure you show up Monday.

The idea of a “Career” – this is to induce you to ditch your family & community in your home town.

The “Career” pretends to pay you more so to justify casting away responsibility to your community.

The “Career” or “Full time Job” in The Economy wants to half kill at least 75% of the World.

These 75% are the ones that agree to be Totalised Slaves in & to the system.

By deft chicanery “The Economy” kills all the slave’s energy & extinguishes any “life spark” they have.

This death dished by “The Economy” has these bedfellows

Feelings of hopelessness

Dispair

Loneliness

Isolation

Bad blood pressure

Heart disease

Liver disease

Anti depressant mania

I could list more of course but you get my drift.

So that 75% are the captured ones in the system, that are dying spiritually & energetically.

The other 25% are those that literally die on the streets.

They function as a constant warning to the other 75% – that things could even be worse if you copy them.

The 25% die on the Streets because they can’t reach ‘minimum employment standards’,

OR they it is because the refused to partake in the only system on offer – THE ECONOMY.

“The Economy” kills most these 25% withing 10 years of being on the streets.

“The Economy” is the inverse of Earth’s natural abundance.

“The Economy” creates Artificial scarcity of everything you want,

But creates an Artificial Surplus of The Worker Slave Pool:

This is called “Structural Unemployment” & is permanent by design.

It Keeps the Slaves wages & requests down to a minimum.

I could go on forever, but it suffices to summarise:

“The Economy” is what you should be afraid of,

Rally against,

See its Propaganda,

Use it against itself.

It wants the whole world either dead inside or dead on the streets.”

“The Economy” – the first Virtual Reality ever invented.

So stop being a sucker, a modern-day Slave to The Economy.

Why pledge your allegiance & life for a mirage?

Why be The Evil Machiavellians whipping boy?

There is no need my friend.

When you can know all this & still choose to smile through it all.

“The Economy” will notice you still have your soul intact.

Then that Beast will see you’re living well.

And that is, as they say, the best Revenge you can have.