Frederick Roussel:

Caught between time you wish you could smash more hours out of the clock or just break the damn thing while you get off. Your demons circle you wherever you go and you cannot talk properly without them hanging off your sentences like miniature devils wrangling, even as we speak they're doing this now. Some days you mock your own former experiences or hide them, yet then they return, and you are once again struck down by them. People who live in the safe world you are denied fail to understand and mock you. The safe world with its safe little protection will one day be rattled like snake ghosts lashing poison into the real world until the smug patronizing scum wake up inside it.

The curtain of the world is closed while hidden gestures are taking place behind it, where only the self drugged ignorant power players remain, ruling inside a velvet glove of hippy bull, conservative muck and self aggrandizing propaganda shouted down in the form of silk, smashed down with false sympathy for the poor.

The 3rd world will not be helped by these stupid people. It would rather be starved and free, then fed by the ku klux hippy moron scum.

Choose in the election between two poker faces, or do nothing and still they win. Still your lack of faith is your own problem, and the card carrying political trash legislate with your mouth by candle light, while you sleep, as you dream.

The office worker reaching with his imaginary cock down into the babysitter's dreams, stealing his own paid-for ready meal of corporate Brave New World style thrills, where he has lost all touch with his ancestors and becomes a slave rather than the King the money he hands over paints him into.

"The Safe World" © 2010 Frederick Roussel