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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.

“Life as a Series of Lies & People to Avoid” (An Essay)

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I was reading Bob Dylan’s autobiography “Chronicles Vol. 1” & a part sparked me to think of how the world normalises falseness. He roughly said that the world often asks us to live out what is essentially ‘a lie’. Here are my thoughts that sprouted from that literary spark. They flowed very quickly, I might add – so I assume they must have been percolating quietly for a while prior to writing (or should I say ‘keyboard placking’?).

I felt very old at the beginning of my life & this didn’t faze itself out until age 27. When I was young, I felt like an old man amongst babies. I just never felt “in the right place” through childhood. From about 30 I almost suddenly felt more and more child-like. Attempts to negate this failed miserably – If I tried to be “mature” I found life wouldn’t allow it. I could do well at work & be ignored for promotion. If I sounded rational in conversation, I was hated for it. If I acted “mature” to women they became uninterested romantically.

Then as I became over 37 no matter what I did, I could not curry favour with any “normal” person. I had grown tired of the “lose-lose” realities of being or trying to be just like everyone else. By age 40 I had realized the ‘not fitting in’ problem was in fact most likely to just be life itself as a human being in modern times.

I realized at this point in Homo Sapien’s low level of spiritual awareness, the point is to systemically not allow for any individual to feel comfortable. Under our terrible system of existing – you are supposed to feel uncomfortable. The world has an invisible arm guiding you to live life as some kind of ‘living lie’. You pretend that you are on top of your life – both its emotional & practical hemispheres – and you trot this line out in social gatherings.

The truth that this whole thing (from my Westerner viewpoint at least) is a system to create a total farce is a sacrilegious thing you can’t say 99% of the population. The ‘World’ has its Game, it forces you to be born into it, it hides the rules from you – & your happiness means it loses the ‘Game’.

I found the key to survival is to be happy to be an outsider. You have to see the people who are propping up this wilful insane asylum as some kind of spectres to be avoided in confidant yet non-violent fashion. This for me has thus allowed a mostly solitary a world of personal interests, books music art and when I’m really lucky – honest insightful interesting conversations with those who are my spiritual kin.

The ‘World’ doesn’t like such behaviour & cannot handle itself being rejected. The ‘World’ will send its evil angels to hold you to task & to renounce your hermit like refusal to engage & embrace its false premises. The more and more you find solace and success in rejecting the “World” the more spiteful its ‘evil angels’ are.

I guess at that point we are supposed to follow Christs maxim – ‘resist not evil’, ‘turn the other cheek’ etc, but I must admit to thinking I can cut these demons off entirely. This is probably because I still have much to learn about the World & it’s dark ways.

I have learnt at least one thing for sure from my life: Survival, Decency, Health & Sanity is the highest ‘Success’ you can have – & you have to follow the path less taken to achieve it. I am also pretty sure you wife/husband/friends won’t ever do this for you – more likely they will be the fog covering the winding ice laden road to the town your supposed to live in.

I think you have to get used to your own company & deeper thoughts to reach a breakthrough in how to deal with ‘the world’. If you can’t ever get 1 minute away from the hordes of unwitting & witting demons that constantly surround us – you’ll never find the salvation your spirit needs.

The trick is to not listen to that voice in your head that chastises you for being unsociable, an outsider, a loser, a snob, annoying or just plain ‘bad’ for disobeying the ‘Worlds’ crazy, stress filled, unfulfillable-by design diktats.

You have to keep believing your contrariness is definitely the right track – I think a sign of this is your former materialist ways & bank balance worries shrink out of the range of your mental radar.

In closing, even the best ‘world avoider’ must admit to my following lines I will describe as realpolitik poetic truism. – that is simply a paraphrase of Bob Dylan’s famous “you can please some of the people, some of the time…” lyrical quip:

You can avoid some of the people some of the time – you can avoid all of the people some of the time – but you can’t avoid all of the people all of the time.

– Essay by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com