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Post-Modernism you have betrayed us

 

Post-Modernism you have betrayed us

 

The pen is apparently mightier than the sword

& yet the unpiloted drone flown remotely might know something, were it to have a consciousness

Metaphor, yunno

Before literally meant metaphorically

The day humanity (for me at least), ‘jumped the shark’

Yunno my moods are up & down

& unlike the crazies

I KNOW they’re up & down

Anyway, not unlikely, I was drunk yesterday

& the American Corporate machine which runs social media

Had a post about the inaugural ‘World Series’ baseball

Now because I was feeling loose

I commented “only America would name a domestic competition the World Series”

I forgot about it

Later this afternoon I open my instagram account

& see the comments section has gone bunta!

Some American ‘Patriots’ they call themselves

Took exception to my joke

I thought it was hilarious

But Americans, not known for their sense of humour

Started using battle speak

I thought it was hilarious

But then, Donald Trump looks likely to win an election as a convicted sex offender & general bullshit artist

Still pretty funny

Unless you’re a minority

Still some minorities will vote for him

Bring in the canned laughter

What brought me down was

I went to get some whiskey from the bottleshop

& saw Marcus

So I thought maybe I’ll have a drink with him

He’s an interesting guy

We started talking about his first play

As in theatre

Till we were interrupted by a bloke

Talking about aliens

Now in town it says “if you can be anything, be kind”

Nice in theory

But this guy was talking horseshit

Unlike the earlier bovine

Anyway I didn’t laugh

Coz really I wanted to vomit

Thoroughly depressing business

& evidence that the world has gone mad

& that the Corporations have achieved their endgoal

Via divide & rule

& crazy people

Think they’re sane

& sane people fear they’re crazy

Humanity has “jumped the shark”

Democracy is dead in the water

Whereby fairy tales receive the same reaction

As enreasoned evidence based ideas

Post-Modernism

You have betrayed us!

Fuck you

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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