Kids ! Its no longer all about wooden horses
and fairy tales !
Hallelujah ! Not even war kills
one line metal soldiers anymore !
Santa has adapted the market fluctuations
and donned the Chat GPT costume !
Dr.freud diagnosed me with a poetic malfunction
that is irreversibly drawing me into
a bloody quantum delirium !
I need to take a detox at disney world ASAP...
Serpent's witnesses straight out
a leni Riefenstahl production ,offer me
the green fruit of the garden of delights...
His eyes clouted by night and fog ,
Dr. Goebbels says affectionately to me :
'' You will be an informant my son ! ''
Knight in the arms of a satin Barbie doll ,
endless dizzy spell dance in open spice...
Roles are not predefined .
They interwine and merge in lustful decay ...
Kids ! The wooden horse kicks the lost dreamer !
and fairy stroll along the sidewalk ...
But we probably shouldn't tell you that
before you go to sleep ..
Poets are mischievous little rascals
who remake the world by gazing
into the infinite depths of their umbilicus !
Sometimes ,just to look fresh cool ,
they climb the trending ladder ,
displaying a noose-style tie !
and their avatars to applaud ,knowing
that nothing has changed and that tomorrow
the honor collectors might be on strike...
Refregirated meat bags aren't affected
by the tribal warning ...
I see is the crowd wearing the sacred mask
of the faceless ones.
Grim farce of the new era ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Dark irony infused with a cyberpunk atmosphere — a wild baroque poetic fresco capturing the convulsions of an era of global upheaval.
a new era that is already behind us !
A poetic malfunction can lead to civil suit of the manufacturer but no victory is guaranteed
The manufacturer went to bankrupt a long time ago...
Certainly reorganized under a different name
good write, much enjoyed
Only faceless masks are allowed to participe in the group performance !
the faceless many
Lorenz, this is delightfully chaotic in the way only your poems can be. It feels like a carnival ride through modern culture, history, politics, technology, mythology, and absurdity...all filtered through a distinctly surreal lens. Fascinating work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm afraid that one day the gates of the twilight zone will close behind me forever...
Poets are, from time to time, rascals indeed, Great write!
Poetry doesn't heal .It drives you even crazier !
set me thinking - on people and their behavior...
Overthinking about people and their behaviour can be harmful to your mental health ! (I know the problem...)
you are absolutely right - i now try to concentrate on myself rather than other people's behaviour - it has helped to bring peace of mind...cheers
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