“Oh Glee Oh Rapture – A Chance To Escape Jail?” (A Poem)

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com or Martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I’m thinking of writing a “horror movie”.

It’s called “attack of the Neurotypicals”. 

The plot looks exactly like any random day on Earth. 

In this movie billions of people die horribly,

But only on the inside.

The Earth people were too foolish to know that slavery never ended.

The slave bosses simply got them to think of what was produced,

Versus what they sacrificed – the best years of their lives in bonded servitude.

It was found Earth people were suckers who believe anything,

Get used to anything.

So it happenned.

Now they pop anti depressants just to get through another city day.

They willfully stop themselves being creative/unique –

Muffling the voice of their now invisible inner child.

Taught to care about what their slavish friends will think,

They made themselves smaller to fit in.

BUT all their friends for the most part secretly hated them anyway.

Especially if they saw you could rise like an eagle & quit undeclared eternal nine-five slavery.

Yes this ‘based on a true story’ movie I have planned is a real horror show indeed.

So go see “attack of the neurotypicals”  – coming soon to a theartre near you.  

But then again, why spend your hard earnt SlavedollarTM & waste your time –

All you need to do is open your tired slit-eyes and look around the office or city streets.

See it and don’t do it my friend!

Find the tiny crack in the pavement,

Find the eddie in the river leading to a undistubed backwater.

Find a way to sneak back into your natural habitat.

If you force yourself – it can even be done after work or in the weekends.

Oh Glee!

Oh Rapture!

A chance to escape jail?

What more motivation do you need?

“Normal Ain’t Good” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

Normal Ain’t Good

Lose your commitment to being “normal”.


Contrary to popular belief,


You’re allowed to be you.

You need no permission slip,

It’s inalienable.

The Ghouls can only temporarily supress you.

Even if they beat you down your whole life.

At the worst – the trapped bird in your heart will sing after you die.

But try not to go that way.

Fend them off early as possible.

Coz what’s Worse than being “Normal?”

I can’t imagine anything worse.

Those guys don’t even know they’re in Prison!

Don’t sell you & your soul out,

To that normie in-group that ain’t cool –

Despite their false backwards land high-school statuses,

They’re just a bunch of literal Ghouls.

And though some do – most never ever change.

They will remain boring straightjacketed normie assholes for eternity.

That saying ‘everyone deserves the face they’ve got at 50″

Is 100% true.

And their faces will show it sooner than that.

Don’t be one of them.

So Let that Bird in your chest sing,

And tell Normie Ghouls to go fuck themselves.

Normal ain’t good.

Normal ain’t cool.

Normal ain’t nothing.

It was probably just blind chance that being a mean asshole somehow became ‘normal’.

So let that bird in your chest sing.

(Regards to Given Bukowski’s Poem ‘Bluebird’).