Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
To be spared from finding
days mostly a bore
that tedious grinding
we’d like to ignore!
To be freed from those churnings
(without guilty blushing)
of inadequate earnings
instead blithely gushing:
lulled on the waves of the Internet
letting us caught in its vast driftnet
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driftnet = a vast, floating ‘catch-em-all’ fishing net
Impending climate collapse
worsened by inequality
hastening Cold War relapse
by ironclad causality
In these times so off-centered
(insight hereof hardly arcane)
we indulge lives self-centered
cowardly, not caring, inane
But then courage and compassion
these days severely on ration
In end climatic
last gasps climactic
Ain’t no mere strophe
about mishaps
but catastrophe
as in: Collapse!
No chance bootstrapped
back in the clover!
Climate kneecapped
it is all over.
Used to just dismiss and flout
but soon we’ll be parched in drought
Overweight, over-entertained
we’re cowards uncritical
while toiling in soulless jobs drained
we hide apolitical
Can’t care about usurpation
or making the moral choice
cruelty no aberration
all bonds been loosened, rejoice!
In a society pernicious
we’re escaping to ‘worlds’ fictitious
Pounding a platitude
while pretending cool
Whilst stuck in servitude
we’re played for the fool
Off on the daily spree
tires burning, squealing
Why can’t we simply see
we’re Future stealing?
Our Species the real schmuck
running amok, denying
Knee deep in banal muck
telling ourselves we’re flying
We’re our own enabling muses
spouting asinine excuses
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servitude = here: to the oligarch/kakistocrat society
All day yesterday
felt drained, disaffected
mind in disarray
oddly disconnected
Couldn’t tap into the lode
few emotions stirred
weak words trickled, few flowed
blah images blurred
Thoughts hazy
fading away
Mind lazy
scattered astray
Gave myself the nod
in poor mind fogged
to stuff my old bod
calories logged
Traipsing on Craving’s cloying stage
a nauseous place at any age
The vacuum at the top
the true reflection
of us all in synced SOP
in vile abjection
Where do we get off offended
when we ought feel shame & blame?
Greed of the rich gets distended
while we’re enjoying our game
Changing it may be up to all of us
but I need my car, you go ride the bus!
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-SOP = standard operating procedure
-the top = the power elite
mired in rapacity
would attempt get it righted
be just audacity?
What if human lives go awry
because burdens be lightened?
Ain’t humanity getting by
despite it’s unenlightened?
Grab instead for distraction
as pastime gleaming stuff
easier than take action
which seems risky & rough
So keep smiling hoping to impress
in a dapper suit or low-cut dress
We ‘signal virtue’
so to ingratiate
like those in church
who self-felicitate
As we in presumption
lay claim to be ‘woke’
then with purloined gumption
in pretense we cloak
It takes temerity
to fake sincerity
Lacking all constraint
humans fervidly binged
pillaged in war paint
until all got unhinged
Soon now there ain’t much left
besides suffering
Our children left bereft
lacking buffering
Still not our fault they weren’t born earlier
did not grow up faster and burlier!