Rest in a Rush!

"Attack" on your rest—just drop it a bit,
The toil and the struggle—relax and submit!
A cat finds no need for a pointless endeavor—
In Foolish World, all work’s useless forever.



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The New Global Madness

"Monkeypox" is sweeping apes,
The cause is clear—no big escape.
If the mind is cracked and bare,
A new "disease" is always there.

"Hippo clap" will strike next round,
And we’re all just sinking down.
For the fools make up the crowd,
Pressing forth—relentless, loud.

Darkness grows, the world declines,
Spinning faster, losing time.
Soon the Camp will call the roll—
Fools lined up to pay the toll.



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Introspection

"It’s never too late to learn," they say—
A lie that clouds the skies each day,
A false freedom wrapped in light—
"Knowledge is power" for the fools in flight.

Master the art of self-reflection,
A challenging, deep connection—
If the light within is what you seek,
Break the molds, no longer weak.



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The Ladder of Society

Futile toil, a mind so weak,
With "standards high" and future bleak.
"Climb" the ladder, but beware—
It’s heading down, if you still care.

A few break free, with daring will—
They bend not, walking still,
Trampling heads on their way up—
That’s how the chaos fills the cup.



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The Total Power of Interpreters

When you’ve seen the NAKED FACT,
That all is shaped by how it’s played,
Interpretations of ATTACK
Push fools to act, to strike, invade.

This is how the world’s controlled—
Evil’s witnesses erased,
When, in part, they’ve seen the cold,
And share some facts, they’re laid to waste.

Such is the "scientific truth"—
Interpretations run amok.
Among the liars, there's a proof—
Honesty’s rare, it’s out of luck.



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Fascism marches, set to ****,
With fury, striking all around.
And Cretinism backs it still –
That’s why the world is breaking down.



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Fools are swarming, lost and blind,
Like a herd led to the knife.
Strong in body, weak in mind,
Empty souls with hollow life.

That is why the vile and sly
Lure them in with poisoned bait.
Though it's rotten—still they'll try,
Rushing gladly to their fate.



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Pray on—pray in vain,
The horned god won't hear.
Awake and regain
The lesson made clear.

The Light dwells inside,
Its glow faint but true.
Yet even denied,
It still shines for you.



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What they’re taught, the kids embrace,
Fed with nonsense, forced to bow.
Few will rise and break the chains,
Questioning the lies somehow.

Slaves raise slaves—it's all they know,
Blind to all beyond their cage.
Madness thrives, and down below,
Hellspawn revel in their rage.



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"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.

Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.

Few will see their silent strife,
As the fools embrace their fate.
Yet through hardship, wings take life—
Soaring high beyond the gate.



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Rotten thoughts will breed decay—
Bitter age will claim its due.
Never thought? Then fade away
As a slave, still blind and true.

Faith in nonsense, worn yet strong—
Church or Party, all the same.
Crushes minds and leads them wrong—
That’s the heart of Chatter’s game.



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Fights for the right to be enslaved,
All revolutions, blind and cruel—
Led by beasts, with power paved,
Under evil’s rule, we drool.

One alone, in thought, will drown—
A world where chains are just the same.



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Cappuccino for the fool—
TV blares, the news unfolds.
"Real men!" they shout, so cruel—
Their minds are filled with empty goals.



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Six hours in the cycling race,
Athletes tire, they lose the chase.
But the commentator's prize—
Is the viewer's weary mind's demise.

Nonsense hangs like lead, so dense—
"Thought" drips down like a slow expense.
Wheels in their heads worn down, abused—
The madness reigns, their minds confused.



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A tiny mind, with pride so vast,
It grows, a snowball rolling fast.
It comes with soullessness in tow—
A landslide sweeping all below.



--- Total 15 poems. ---