“The Ditch Digger Vs The Drop In CEO” (A Prose Poem)

Surreal tree filled with tools amid industrial ruins and skyscrapers

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

In the modern world their are only two main phylia of jobs.

This is what the ‘world of work’ all boils down to.

Firstly there are the performative/actor jobs.

These are jobs where no value is needed because nothing real is genuinely produced.

The only requirement is that the people in these are ‘goodish actors’ – they are only playing a role.

The classic example of this is what I call the ‘Drop in CEO’ –

This is a CEO of a ‘Large Corporation’ that’s already established itself to ‘rort forever’.

The ‘engine’ is running well so all anyone needs to do is turn up – maybe do basic maintenance.

These ‘Drop in CEO’ types just have to:

Wear nice clothes.

They have to use the right buzzwords.

They have to be willing to get up at six am and leave at six pm.

They have to be able to point at a spreadsheet and bark out “Bad” or “Good”.

They need to scream in a meeting to the ‘exec team’ like clockwork at least once a quarter.

Basically a monkey could do their work – and apes/chimps are known to be mean afterall.

In short the ‘Drop-In-CEO’ and their type – are glorified tv-snake-oil salesmen.

And the other type that rounds out the other phylia branch of the All Work Tree? –

They are the people that need to ‘make things that work’ –

e.g. Hand Tools, Pre-computerized Cars, Houses, Ditches et al.

Yes most important on this branch are the non-cartelized Tradesmen and Laborers.

They don’t hide behind lawyers or judicial or committees.

They can’t hide behind paperwork or inflate their fees stratospherically via ‘red tape’.

They create stuff you can see and visually inspect.

If it’s crap you see it and they have to fix it.

These people are the genuine ‘salt of the earth types’ – if you’ll forgive the gross cliché.

There are other types in the same ‘Good branch’ phylia of the Work Tree,

But they are simply just ‘increasingly debased versions’ of the prior uncorralled & honest Tradesman.

So that’s how it works in the world of work – & the exceptions prove the rule.

Everyone who works is basically either on one branch or the other –

And yes, just like a monkey you can jump between one or the other –

Someone on the ‘Actor-Fake Phylia branch’ can swing and jump to the ‘Real-Person Phylia branch’ –

And of course vice versa.

So When a ‘Drop in CEO’ becomes a ‘Ditch Digger’ it’s reported from the ‘Fake side’ as a ‘Tragedy’.

But in Truth it’s actually the reverse.

And congruously when the ‘Ditch Digger’ rises to become a ‘Drop in CEO’ he’s lauded as a ‘god’ –

When it is actually in Truth a Tragedy.

Yes indeed, ‘the world of work’ is indeed a very ef’d up place –

Well at least by definition ‘half the tree’ is anyway.

I guess that’s why the ‘Thinking Robots’ are here –

The ‘Drop in CEO’s’ & their In-The-Shadows-Financiers want to prune away the good side of the tree.

They want the good side of the ‘Work Tree’ to disappear forever.

Well they might be surprised that it won’t be so easy.

Because It’ll probably all come down to a fistfight –

And who would bet against the ‘Ditch Digger’ vs the ‘Drop in CEO’?

Only a madman would.

Of course I might be wrong – maybe the Drop in CEO’s ‘Thinking Robots’ will win.

Maybe we will see a grotesque lopsided tree now missing it’s one good mega branch.

Maybe…

But as a former ‘Drop in CEO’ come ‘Ditch Digger,

I highly doubt that.

Yes readers and listeners I am aware I might just be a tad bit biased.

But I don’t mind being Kierkegaardian on that matter –

I don’t mind taking his famed ‘Leap of Faith’ on the matter of the current ‘Spiritual War’.

Yes it is a ‘leap of faith’ to think an army of Ditch Diggers et al will beat the Crop In CEO’s Robot Army et al.

But who in their ‘right side of the tree’ could do otherwise?

We’re no fans of high treason, after all.

I guess we’ll all find out one day anyway – and judging by the fake-arse-headlines –

It’ll probably be sooner than later.

I will now resist the pull to write a prematurely boastful final line celebrating ‘certain future victory’.

I’ll leave that to the ‘enemy’ on the other side of the ‘tree’ –

Although I am still a gentleman –

I will of course still encourage them to ‘happily jump’.

And yes you are right – that line can be taken two ways.

This was my little tale of the ‘two branched tree’ –

The tree that was-is at war with itself –

But if I may be so bold, may I ask you this:

Which side do you think will win?

Let’s talk it over after over a beer, wine or suitable beverage – while we still can.

And I will even entertain your potential theory that I have been ‘talking past the sale’ the whole time.

Though I can’t guarantee that my eyebrow won’t be ‘suspiciously raised’.

And If I am also ‘three sheets to the wind’ I may start ‘The War’ immediately.

I will bring my ‘exquisitely hand crafted axe’ down on your ‘maybe-probably-android-head’.

All while theatrically shouting Let the games begin!.

After all – no matter which side of the branch I inhabit – I’m still a writer, aren’t I?

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

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.

Special Post: “To the Denizens of the Very Big Cities of Earth” (An Open letter/Prose)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Dear Denizens of the various ‘Very Big Cities’ of planet Earth,

I would like to convey some home truths, not to taunt but to educate &, if i am lucky, put some wind beneath some weary & mottled wings.

I shall get right into it.

Living & working in A ‘Very Big City’ teaches you to embrace a culture of high consumption, materialism & disposability in your life & so also your relationships.

The denizens of the Very Big City suffer from “slowly boiled alive frog syndrome”.

The environment is so toxic yet so normalised, ever present, yet also invisible to the denizens’ hacked eyes.

If you the ‘Very Big City denizen’ don’t recognise this, then you can’t combat the effect.

This is also very profitable for the Corporations – & that’s no coincidence.

The whole reason for a ‘Very Big City’ to exist – is to provide a good return on capital & return on labour employed to the Capitalist.

If you are an employee in a Very Big City who has to go to work to survive – & that’s ninety percent of the population in these cities – & you don’t recognise the true reason a Very Big City exists, then you can’t ever save your soul – then so you will be miserable.

It is as sure as an apple falling from a true under the Gravitational Force.

There’s no avoiding it, even if you have a so called big salary.

Big salary jobs were created by Capitalists of the ‘Very Big City’ to fool employees to selling their time & energy at a highly amplified rate.

The trick played by the Big City Capitalists on the upwardly striving wage-slave is that they think that they can rise up the social ladder, slowly shed their misery on the way up, & be blinded to their in truth amplified wage-slave reality.

As planned by the Capitalist Oligarchs of the Very Big City, the upwardly striving wage-slave never finds the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The trick works perfectly, as once the amplified wage-slave reaches the top, but is still not a bona-fide capitalist, they will do anything to hide their retained if not also amplified misery.

If they let out the truth out of their retained & probably amplified misery, this now amplified wage-slave couldn’t handle the blow to their fragile egos.

This is why so many so called ‘successful’ people in the ‘very big city’ do themselves in, & die by their own hands – they can’t handle the reality, the now mountainous level of pain & anguish, the swindle they let themselves be so easily fooled by.

Big Cities are for Capitalists & people who aren’t Capitalists but aren’t so blind to not know it, & so keep a part of their soul for themselves. Everyone other than that has allowed their soul to be stolen by that ‘Very Big City’.

Often it’s not there fault, that they allowed their soul to be stolen by the ‘Very Big City’ – some did recognise it, but all too late. When they realised they were actually digging a grave & not a life, they were too deep to escape it. From that point you either end it all or you go insane, & agree to keep doing the same thing expecting a different result. So they just kept digging their own graves.

Others escape to the country late in life – but by then the damage is done, the quartz of dispair has become chrystalised. As they say you always take the weather with you. You must leave the Very Big City relatively early, before it is too late.

The overarching reason why all the denzens of Very Big Cities of the world are almost all zombified, cognitive dissonance, Einsteinian version insane, learned helplessness type slowly boiled-alive frogs?

Human beings tend get to comfortable with very uncomfortable conditions, so long as they are highly predictable.

So the real antidote to becoming just another empty shelled garden variety victim of the ‘Very Big City’ is this:

Know thy self, Know thy surroundings, know thy species.

If you know that, preferably earlier than later in life, you will know thy can still escape the real-life Gotham Cities that are, just like the upwardly striving wage-slave, amplifying their misery throughout the world.

Now pledge to never allow them to take all of your whole soul…ever!

Good luck, you are worth it.

P.S. To the few Capitalists & Companies of the V.B.C.’s who are on the side of good – keep battling & your commitment to your workers well-being as well as profits helps massively in the war…for is it not a war we are in – a war for a (wo)mans mind, time & energy?

M.A.S 25/05/2025

Hi there, it is me again…..

I have written some more on the subject, of the same theme – so I will add it here:

….If you try to look for life amongst the dead, you will always end up 100% disappointed, for life cannot flourish in locations where death holds the reigns.

This is why all of the “successful” people that the media dishes up to you are morbidly unhappy, & it shows on their faces. their sunken eyes with vibrancy that has disappeared many decades ago, they look twenty years older than they should.

The modern economy is actually a Death Cult – people who worship death the most in this system are rewarded, or should I say thrown more crumbs by the grim reaper of the The Economy. They are given more paper promise money. But the currency & all its cultural trimmings – banality, lack of creativity, snobbishness etc is only fully valid & redeemable within the death camps – the Big Cities.

Life can only flourish outside the death camps, in the villages & the country, where the death camp currency holds less sway, & life community, happiness, & health can dominate. True Evil must always not only hide this fact – it must reverse & invert it.

So, the mouthpieces of death – The electronic screens, the bosses, the landlords & the owners, the girlfriends, the wives must always work to denigrate the small towns, villages & the countryside, & pump up the paper money urban globe-trotting billionaire with the demon-like face.

To gain traction in the Big City you must all swear an oath to join the army of the soulless. So, that you become a body with no life, a machine with no individual will of your own. A thing that swallows the empty platitudes that dominate the cityscape. The correct instructions & programming that that you were born with – i.e. the contours of Life itself has now gone – that is to say – you have renounced Life itself, & replaced it with Death.

With that accomplishment done, Evil can now ply its trade in full upon you. That way people will see bad as good & good as bad. Then they will voluntarily enter the death camps looking for salvation, well-being & happiness from a cult & camp of death itself.

Brainwashed & re-programmed out of knowing what Life itself is & what it means, they now unwittingly plea to the gateholders of death for a chance to die. When an agent of Death supplies the wish, you have a fleeting sense of joy that feels real. You have been given your chance to move up the social ladder that is a total illusion, based on manufactured false scarcity.

They pray & worship the grimmest of reapers that have the run of those urban un-living nightmares called ‘Big Cities’. They are then given a gravestone to carry around with them – a Corporate Job in the Big City.

Armed with this Job there is nothing left to do but die. And that is what people in their millions & now perhaps billions do. The Evil has succeeded in destroying the Life that you used to have. And you gave it away easily.

But you don’t need to.

So, you can leave the Corporate Job & the Big City. You can start to get Life itself back. Or you can stay in the Big City & preach about what it actually is – a Death Cult, far more insidious that Auschwitz could have ever hoped to be. Point out to the infected that they have been made to think down is up & good is bad, bad is good. The reception will be more than bad – but if one soul is saved then your mission is accomplished. For if this happens, the saved person will save another, then soon it is only a matter of time before the lies are all noticed & the Death Camp, The Death Cult, The Death Economy, The Death Gatekeepers, The Corporate Death Jobs, & The Big City completely folds.

Why not help that Big City meet its True & final destiny a little faster than it otherwise would have? Or you can continue to blindly serve in the ranks of the Evil army of the walking dead.

M.A.S. 30/05/2025

“Cities don’t work well” (A thought or Article)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I reckon most females in cities go get a new boyfriend in exactly the same way they’d go buy some new shoes. Inevitably she wears out them & throws them away for the next edition. Call me cynical, but I reckon I’m right. I guess its the same for males, although not entirely as females tend to be the “choosers” (but not always if females outnumber males).

This is why the birth rate has dwindled or has a tendency to – all that is happening is that the industrial consumerism culture in big cities also spilled over into relationships. The effect was entirely predictable & was always gonna happen.

This is why I think that big (western at least) cities aren’t sustainable & require mass immigration to ensure the correct amount of younger people are being brought into the system/city.

Then what happens is the city degenerates into crime & disorder because the non western elements prefer to set up their own sectarian enclaves.

Eventually with this tendency of big cities to end up in a inhomogeneous, weakened & uncooperative state, the city falls to an singular ethnic invading force & the cycle happens all over again.

There is the possibility that the city falls to a singular invading force from within as well. Perhaps this is what we are seeing in cities that have hugely embraced far left ideology – also known as ‘Cultural Marxism’.

When that happens I believe these cities are devouring themselves, which further weakens the city & still paved the way to a more homogeneous much stronger invading foreign population.

*cough* *cough* Melbourne *cough* Wellington* cough *Portland* cough* London* cough* Paris* cough New York…..*cough* *cough*…what next? We should recognise the danger we are in the middle of & work on ways to reverse it. Or perhaps this is just our destiny – to be taken over by a more stable, balanced & sensible lot.


We do live inside the pages of History, after all, don’t we? This no doubt means we will get what the pages of History have already dished out a myriad of times before……..I wonder if this means cities like Melbourne, New York will do then?

Perhap’s while fleeing the apocolyptic helfire, they’ll think to themselves “Hmm maybe we shouldn’t have sacrificed our men for fine dazzling overpriced shoes” ……

…..But I doubt it.

…..BUT…..we must remember this too…..

We need not follow the madness of crowds…..

We can look inside our souls to find the answer….& decide that we’d rather be decent, balanced & on the path to well-being….

I’m on that journey, & if you’re reading this…then so are you…lets wish ourselves good luck in evading the millions of soul-sucking zombies, whose natural habitat is a a big city….that are all sewn together like siamese twins in that amorphous dark cloud the psychologists have called ‘group identity’!

…..of course there are many many awesome people in Big Cities….this article has been mostly about ‘exaggeration for effect’, this is not be a “a-hole” to city dwellers – I am merely trying to point out that the bigger a city you live in, the more social problems there are @ the more atomised a life can be if one doesn’t guard against it. . .Cities can be great, but I think they are best served in small doses.