the sacrifice of billions of us to get the population down to a more manageable size.
the pigs will maintain control.
they have planned for this eventuality.
they have instigated this eventuality.
their plans of greed unending till they rule what’s left of the world.
there will be ones who are in under their stringent control and those who are out to fend for themselves.
the networked corporate enclaves.
or something like that.
in the year zero.
he has no doubt where someone like him will belong – out fending for themselves among the tribes of would be savages eking out their survival in the worldwide barren wilderness pocked with toxic ruins.
free.
free to die.
free to live.
forget the great nation-state.
archaic relics of a past age.
all the flags have been burned in the field of flags up on the hill.
SEX.
eye of golf ball.
we have forgotten about ourselves in all the complexity of reason.
we must imagine and remember.
all the good times we had – or so we thought they seemed at the time.
now, not so much.
we must invent new meanings in order to convince ourselves to continue.
new gods for a new age to lead us onward toward new tomorrows of new dawns.
there is something of nostalgic sorrow the old hold onto against the tide.
no one wishes to see their world die except the young – if the young don’t die first.
each generation struggles to fit itself among its predecessors who cling on tight to what they got giving nothing away for nothing.
come join us.
join the winning team.
meanwhile he imagines himself before the dawn sitting before the computer typing out a not poem long forgotten about our theory of everything which is useful to no one.
there is no disciplined sage wisdom here.
there is only unbound foolishness of freedom.
he believes in nothing anymore.
what continues to have meaning?
$$$.