Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Something like a manifesto of sorts (click for details)
Late to bed, the spirit of my time
is showing signs of mild agitation
with twitter bots and what’sitnots
and personal inflations.

The cult of individuals
are tending to the hive.
Sticky sweet opinions,
Youjizz masturbation drives,
dull the sporting will
against the new assimilation.

Resist the reasoned truth
Never will what you might learn
Belief is all that matters
In our infant global nation

All good things will bend
against the wind
and every end
is just an intermission
in the trend.

The populists will fall
to humankind
one place and time
and then
the vile scum will stand with us
as friends.


(thanks doodles)


Anonymous said...

I'm giving the little figure falling off the word love a pair of wings :)

Mariana Soffer said...

You are so right, do you know how to use photoshop, or some painting tool? I will try to do it tomorrow, but if you are skilled go ahead and I will change it.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Mariana. I feel very honored to have this poem included on your blog.

As an addendum that you might be interested in pursuing, the reference to 'vile scum' is intended as a reaction to Kevin Rudd's recent remarks about people smugglers. Remarks that, frankly, irritated me.

Mariana Soffer said...

Where can I find those remarks?
Even dough you do not like them, Maybe some irony will fit. I do not know, I am talking without knowing what he wrote.
Txs friend

Anonymous said...

Here's a link to one of the news reports.


Anonymous said...

I enjoyed reading this, thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Oh, don't change it, it is actually perfect for the post, I was just compelled to speak :)

Mariana Soffer said...

I know that urge. mine causes not to speak. But the real problem is that I can not stand oposttion. I alway think that I am the crazy and outone of the line one.