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Dead end of conspiracies

When everything is turned against you,
what can you do? Just nothing.
Maybe you could simply scrap a thing or two,
some uncoöperative apparatus,
like an obstinate computer
that just drives you nuts,
with other electronic instruments,
all turned against you in a hopeless conspiration
that gives you no other choice
but to give up and leave it all
to hell, renouncing all responsibility;
and when you finally succeeded
in efficiently doing away with all those fucking monsters,
that just turned your life into a dead end trap,
a regular straitjacket of obstructions,
sabotage, disorder, havoc, mess and bloody hell,
then maybe you could start again
in yet another effort
to make something sensible out of your life,
just for a change...

Poetry by Christian Lanciai