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Tobias Apr 30
Somewhere in the universe
There lies a lonely planet
With a billion manmade structures
And only a dozen people on it

They haven't heard a single word
Or felt it in the ocean tides
That other planets keep avoiding them
Because of their bad vibes

See, these people were the "greatest",
They were the "best", they all agreed
So much so that all the rest of us
Were turned to maggot feed

And so the last few dozen people
Couldn't share from what was left
They picked each other one by one
And continued their endless theft

Now these final dozen people
They already had it all
They were richer than God himself
And each one of them stood tall

But when they looked around
And they had no one to impress
No hills to climb, no stocks to buy
They got pretty depressed

When nature finally settled in
And ate all of their homes
She knocked three times and in she climbed
To find them all alone

She asked them each if they would go
And follow her to the unknown
They nodded thrice, she hypnotized
And gulped their bodies down

The earth stood still, the earth was quiet
And nature was content
The last few dozen people
Swallowed with every last cent
Hi! I don't typically write poetry but this one kinda just happened and I wanted to put it somewhere so here it is. Sorry if it's not that well written, it's been several years since I really wrote anything. Enjoy. Or don't. Either way, please be nice.
Silvestre Apr 26
work,
sleep
work,
sleep,
work,
sleep,
work,
then work again

stuck in this digital timeline
the days never passed
it’s always on repeat
like time is a concubine
living with wealthy billionaires
working endlessly day and night
making her ends meet
so nobody will know what day it is

who will make this world a better place?
huh, the rich only care for themselves
we’re disillusioned to the fantasy that money
will fix everything in a flash
a bandage on a wound, as they say
but it leaves gaps and crevices
it will never be healed from the blood it leaves
the blood will always fall like rain on a wedding day

i am not a robot who will end up in a dumpster
if i am no use to everyone
if i am no use, what i am then?
a entertainer?
a maid?
a office worker?
a human?
who i am?
this is made for the ones who work endlessly to make their ends meet. you are not alone.
Let freedom ring from the highest mountaintops,
but first know:
You are a slave to the machine, stuck:

Consent was never given.
Capitalism conquered our vision
of right,
of wrong,
of things well beyond,
and all the air we breathe.

It shapes our thoughts,
acceptance the lot
given to US, you and me.

The children that mine,
the beggars that crawl,
the infants that starve,
a price for us all.

In this we are bound,
from this we might flee,
otherwise fight
with fury and glee.

Fires we'll set,
smoke we'll inhale,
chains will sunder,
freedom exhaled.

Or perhaps it best,
that we stay slaves of rest
ignorantly sipping our tea.
Mariah Apr 18
We are people.
Not machines.
We are meant to be appreciated-
and not as merely
property.
Mariah Apr 18
Grow! Grow! Grow!
Or you'll be left behind
How productive was your week?
Are you accountable for your time?

Tell me just what it is-
You bring to the table
How much would you profit me?
If you are even able.

Next! Next! Next!
Could you command a room?
Can you read context?

Tell me your greatest weakness
Is it also your greatest strength?
What exactly is your worth?
When you include your height and weight.  

Are you reliable?
Do you think you're personable?
How do you work with coworkers?
Would you share bathrooms with her?

How flexible is your time-
when in truth its actually mine.
Good answer, sign this line,
No need to know what this implies.

See you Monday, watch your breaks.
Be on time, don't clock out late.  
Remember there's no overtime.
My door is open anytime.

Welcome to the family.
Weekly breakdowns guaranteed.
Tour our facility, get to know the faculty.
We've had to lock the balcony,
apart from that small tragedy,
here we live quite lavishly.

First day's always the hardest one
Keep your head down till it's done
If you can bare the powderkeg
You can expect your weekly check

See you soon and don't forget,
You haven't even started yet!
“I am Conquest-***-Prophet in the name of profits true.”
“Verily/ironically/I am the future who-”

-stands?

I before you, Satan undefined, Lucifer divine/dragon bellowing poison;
Marduk am I,
ancient king delivering slaughter ‘neath boughs not yet trimmed of their fruit.
Mine is the legacy of Kings: Western Fists Aimed Low.

Look to the Levant and fear; from you I seek new toil.
Axes cutting,
smithees jutting;
the price is your morality:

Enslaved children, left to rot.
Zywa Apr 13
The Great Superboss

funes the stock markets: a crash --


of bulk moneyballs.
Comic strip #104 - "Heer Bommel en De Bovenbazen" ("Sir Bumble and The Superbosses", 1963, Marten Toonder)

Stock market manipulation by United States President Trump on April 4th, 2025

Collection "**** & Lord"
The profit of greed
Is the only thing they need.
Man want more,
For the seeds they sow.

I profit more,
Till I start to pour.
I take others lives,
To feed my fearful lies.

I take what’s free,
To monopolize and fee.
Oh, you think you’re free?
I lock, no key.

What further more,
Shall suffer need.
I take before,
Your life, I feed.

They do this more,
The plagues saturate the poor.
All I need is myself alone,
To finally destroy humanities stone.
This is where unchecked capitalism and greed can satiate the need of more over human rights. There are many examples of this, including today, such as big pharmaceutical and other industries that we need further consumer protection from under the restrictions of basic human needs. Such as the needs of profits over basic rights we presume today, and the stagnation of innovation from the manipulation of patents and lobbyists that do not have the interest of humanity in mind.
Emery Feine Apr 6
I was looking for a dream in soulless eyes.

You thought that I was just like you
And milked the light from this star
You sold my brightness for profit
And now I wonder how far you are

I thought that you would give me my light back
But you led me into a fire
Lured me in with ink and a page
And now I'm trapped in a burning cage

I watch the stars in the night sky
The ones I once knew
You crush them down to ash
You sell them out for cash

I wanted to be just like you
But that isn't my goal anymore
I will be so much better
Is that what you wanted, too?

I inherited your soulless eyes
Do you see my dream in them?
"you were born reaching for your mother's hands, victim of your father's plans to rule the world. Too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified of what you've heard."
-BLUE
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