SHAMEFUL PHILOSOPHISM

SHAMEFUL PHILOSOPHISM

A Poem by Tasi83










The stupid smell of carrion is now only growing its selfish self in us; more and more greedily, unscrupulously demanding; even our hopes - if they were there at all - can only shrink, since our shrinking heart no longer wants to trust almost anyone. Everywhere, a series of unconscious hesitant actions and abortive actions stumbles into a whole nauseating series of boring, ambiguous deals.

Even the brainwashed fools convince themselves more and more that they still have a human face at all, and while we stumble and wander in the cesspools of a maze unworthy even of the deliberately uncertain future man, the time of our lives may collapse early like a discarded house of cards from which the financial surplus has been saved.

The new greed also devours its unsuspecting victims one after the other in a careless moment; they nod humbly, in hypocritical silence, to see if anyone still hears them, because at the same time starless, outcast, and stepfather, this is the current fate that could befall those stuck here. The scumbags, small-scale festering traitors have already frozen into such uniformity that even the average person is less and less able to distinguish them in a dignified way.

It would be good to refute the useless, superficial Life that is considered crooked once, once in a godly way, saying: it could be different and in a different way, if a given social arrangement were not deliberately at the mercy of a given System in which almost everyone works only for their own pockets.

It's as if those who feel things and don't just experience the ghastly present; the vulnerable person also plays a shadow game, who deliberately surrounds himself with two mental prison walls, because he knows that he will be tricked or betrayed for many things.

© 2025 Tasi83


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Added on January 6, 2025
Last Updated on January 6, 2025
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Tasi83
Tasi83

Budapest, Budapest, Hungary



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I was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..

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