Count yourself out
Count yourself out
or would you rather be another bloody darkening figurine waning in that short night?
power has it seems this mandatory flaw: it’s always falling into the wrong hands.
Only violence solves that grievous problem.
But the powerful kill for less than nothing – a mere stir in their cup of tea.
And don’t you dare intrude into their hunting grounds.
They’ve got on their roster all kinds of cool killers called cops
They pay them not too much but enough.
They – those murderers – are told how necessary they are for the well-being of all
how what they do is approved by society and “god”
how it is society’s and “god”’s bidding they accomplish – this the more gullible are told
though there are plenty among them who are not easily fooled
and do the authoritarians bidding with full knowledge of cause
with a clear conscience
deeming – they do – that that’s their lot
that if their actions are just aiding and abetting the owners’ rage
so be it – life’s too short to bother splitting hairs too thin and so on.
Should one include the stupid minions of the press among the abettors?
But of course – cops judges priests and propagandists: the subservient operators in the gang
they do the dirty deeds
just as told – they are just following orders – the orders must be followed
the word is...
the world must have order and law
law and order – their daunting task is to maintain the fiction
that law and order bring justice
when in fact they bring peace sure enough behind the ramparts
to the powerful
those whose hands are wrong
their hands are poor and tremble – too weak – unsteady – at fault –
and must shoot
must shoot fast or...
must shoot before the opposition
who has a much better hand and is a clean hand
has a chance to play – the winner must be killed beforehand.
The loser gets the power – it falls as from the heavens into his wrong hands.
The violent the aggressive the choleric the psychotic
the dispossessed who perchance would want what’s coming to them
here – I tell them – for I’m their doctor –
you’ve got two ways to go about it
rebel and murder and get shot – get even for a speck
a very ephemeral speck
That’s what we do here
We reward guys of your particular type with free television sets!
Unbreakable armored unwieldy and inviolate.
With an unreflective screen – for we don’t want you inside
or believing that you are yourself inside: that would really be sick.
We tell ‘em – too eager guys of your type
ready to shoot and get even and so on
we tell ‘em: “It’ll do you good –
vent your anger against it
shout and bang at it
and shoot the fuckers inside.
Shoot the fucking figurines that swim inside
all those cops judges priests propagandists
the patsies of the powerful.
it makes me a lot of good
it helps me vent my anger
it keeps me alive
that fucking unbreakable television set I’ve shot so many times already
looks like a fucking colander
with all those disgusting dark dead fishes inside
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