Poem I

Every little animal,
ant or rat,
is racing now,
skidding in place in their vehicles
crusading the emotional landslide.
Terrifyingly not in control.

                  (Being among the firsts in the rat race
                  won't make you stop being a rat
                  in the first place)
                           (( yeah ) the idea is T.R.I.T.E. )...



         Trying to pull muscle
         Trying to build up life not senseless
         Coming to work is so unproductive

         Energy depletion
         Hurt
          Anger management trainee
          ( and not a succesful one )
          Deterrence
          against crimes of thought
          being implemented
          right now
          in your immediate surroundings.
          You aware?
          They made you think that.
          They made you think
          you were clever.

          They made you think
          one day you'd make it...

          [ yeah, quit this temporary job
          [[ step out this phase
          [[[ and make it big now big time,
          [[[[ HA
          [[[[[ that's how they keep us down
          [[[[[[ with rock-star, porn-         star, reality-tv
          [[[[[[[ easy-comes success stories
          [[[[[[[ from babbling cunts
          ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

          That is a higher calling indeed.
          Appeasing the masses like that.
          But here it goes again.
          The cuckoo calls to coffee and buns.
          Gym pressure later.
          I gotta get me some new BMW.

          Yeah, so arty.
          Wineries and art galleries.
          Supposed to understand.

          you are in control, 

          endless consumption cycle,

          essentials for this winter

          the circular economy, yeah

    
          That's what holds the game together.
          Pretence.
          False chanelled thinking.
          Actually being chanelled
          from somewhere else.

          Not the countryside, no.
          That's going fast too.
          Treacle.
          Tar.
          Concrete.
          Old bored steel.
          Now Indian or Chinese.
          Failing National Champions

          rescued once again with your money.
          Opinion polls.
          Whose opinion?
          Yours?
          Don't make me laugh, man!


Every little animal,
ant or rat...
Wait, the ant was supposed to be positive, innit?
Hard-working and such...
making room for the future.

Provisioning.
Operations.
Supply Chain Management.
Entrepeniseurship.
Deep hate of all things not understood.
Fear and envy patterns
against all new ideas
from somebody else.
Empowering questions?
Most people will never conceive them.
Because they're skidding
into their cul-de-sac career planing
going nowhere fucking fast
accumulating more bills on the way down.

Gravity is fun.
Down looks like upwards progress.
Maybe we are all living
in the wrong coordinates.

To be continued.

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