Sadism

Sadism

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

tired and exhausted,

 

the bones are losing mass

metaphorically speaking,

 

full-time employment is

full-time sadism,

 

working beyond forty per week

turns a person's feet from iron

to clay,

 

no energy to do housework,

 

no energy for child care,

 

you are the wage slave defined,

 

and one always serves something,

to paraphrase the great Bob Dylan

 

god or no god,

you are a slave to some god,

 

the other people know

this and don't care to

be reminded of it,

 

that's why the phrases

shut the f**k up,

get over it and

don't let the door hit

you in the a*s on the way out

were invented,

 

it's not surprising why so many

people kill themselves each day,

 

maybe the federales should invest

some of our nonexistent capital

in that idea called accept reality

for what it is and move the f**k

forward,

 

if it actually works,

we might be able to get

this country out of this

wet cement debt pit

 

of course, the federales drink

revenue like it is tequila from

a stripper's belly, so the boulder

that rolls back down hill is going

to kill Sisyphus first,

 

to expect otherwise is folly,

and since taxes are going up

soon on everybody, expect

the long work weeks to stay

long indefinitely,

 

tired and exhausted,

 

forever and ever,

 

sadism at the hands

of life itself,

 

so who exactly is the

sadist now?

 

no wonder suicide is so

easily chosen,

 

when you owe a gambler's debt

and you don't gamble and you

didn't spend the money, then

sadism is the wrong word to use,

 

the actual word is evil or sinister,

 

either way, the wage slaves can't

rebel against that because debt

always exists as does exhaustion

brought on by involuntary sadism,

 

it's the law of things after all

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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wow this was so very powerful, probably because it is so true. Brilliant poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

13 Years Ago

Thanks a lot, Jo. I appreciate it.
It always struck me that the natural order of things was never very orderly, nor natural. The natural order is the literal screwing of the world, incarnate

Posted 13 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

13 Years Ago

I agree totally. Thanks, Kailer.

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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..