Stuff your whole culture

I wrote this for a society I did not want to be associated with. I did not respect the premise it was based on, its philosophy or mantra. I did not want to rise to the top and be all powerful, to own and possess and become smug and arrogant.

I yearned for a life that was more creative, fulfilling and meaningful.

I wanted something more natural.

I did not want to be a cog in a machine or a big wheel.

I saw the reality – the drudgery – the losers – the destruction – the wars – the suffering – it all came out of the machine.

I had a visual image of a gigantic machine that was working its way around the globe like a combine harvester. The jungles and wilderness, with all the plants, trees and animals, went in one end and a great swathe of concrete and plastic came out the other. On the distant horizon the private yachts were at anchor and the ‘worthy’ lazed in sunbeds and sipped cocktails.

I did not wish to bomb people in order to sip cocktails.

I wanted to play in the jungles with the animals.
Stuff your whole culture

Stuff your ability to absorb rubbish,

Live in rubbish,

Create rubbish,

Adore rubbish

And become rubbish.

Stuff your cities

Your pleasures,.

Your bombs and bingo,

Social clubs

And discos.

Stuff your brand of drunkenness

Your false happiness

And oblivion.

Stuff your security

That forces you to sell your life

Into drudgery

That destroys you.

Stuff your fear of change,

Your lack of adventure,

Your fear

Of losing out.

Stuff your pride and righteousness;

Your patriotism

And us and them;

Your discriminations

And wish to ‘get on’;

Your rat race;

Loss of perspective;

Your money grabbing eyes,

Conning ways!

And stuff you a million times!

Stuff you!

Opher 1977