Raging wasp pupa

Raging Wasp Pupa
(At your service)
By Russian Darwin

Is deeply rooted on people,
In this country or anywhere,
A wish of harming,
For always take advantage,
At any circumstances, for any price...

Guiltless, the anyone thinks:

"In first place,
Comes me!

In second, who pays my bills.

And I don't care about your problem.
Never expect for my help!"

"You have to accept!

This is the way of the world, handsome...
There's no use to fight. Do yours!"

Would say the careful mother,
Praying for the son's bend,
In the face of the gloomy truth
So, she does not suffer...

When I was a kid,
Used to be sorry for beggars.
And, generous, used to give
A yield that wasn't mine.

Today,
Before anything,
From who interpellates me, I feel angry,
Because even the miserable man,
Certain day, has offended me.

For some reason that wasn't my fault;
By the same rage that myself destroys;

Because of the nonsense
Of the daily toil...

At least,
Though unfair,
He was sincere and coherent;

Quite different from whom stabs us,
With a smiling "how are you"...

Behind all the acts of these persons
There is a financial concern.

In harsh times,
When nothing's left over,
Their soup comes first.

And who are you to doubt their smile?!

Will have a motivation, the noble lady,
As well as that distinct gentleman,
To make gush their venom,
Loaded and precise since the beginning.
The sting waiting for the right moment
To be them selves
What always have been:

Lovers soldiers of the system
Wich profits with the suffering of others.

They are, unfortunately, the majority,
Making from innocence a commerce,
Ravaging the dreams of who I was.

When direct dealing with these scorpions
There's no such thing as good faith...

And this greed affects all things:
Leisure, transit, congress, education,
Family, government, tv, church,
Hospital, finances, market, audience
Press, work, me and you...

"What matters is to take advantage..."

For instance, the property
Where my public school
Was formerly located
Today is a dealership
Of imported cars from Asia...

Announced by a stupid obese
Who yells with no restriction

His obscure business in my ears
That everybody consider a grace!

I wonder:
How does it happen
A repulsive absurdity as this?!

LET'S BE PREPARED!

The result is not an issue.
Quality is not their lemma
(The contractor is always a burden
That slows the desired payment).

Since, in appearance,
Have fulfilled,
In a glimpse, their meaningless duty

(Anyway, as always sloppy,
Useless, barren, unfinished),

Like the recently installed asphalt
Of the new cities of the new rich,
That is lacerated in the day after,

Like any other service or product
Of public or private character,

Like the TV show
Of that obese stupid,

Light, telephone, water, sewer,
Banks, transportation, fine restaurants,

Security, mechanic,
Food supplies,

Futilities
And life insurance...

You ca'nt trust in anything
Nor in anybody

Everything precarious,
Everything worthless,

Everything wrecked
(Like the eggs after easter...)
And very expensive,

Defective, deficient,
Deleterious,
MONETARILY INFLATED,

In the venal form determined
By the admirable employers,

Followed by the horde of outcasts
Who crave, one day, the pinnacle,
Enjoying, millionaries,
As the heads, the glory:

Proud Explorers
Of the needs and miseries!

Even if these lackeys receive only
A paltry exchanged
That will never make them rich...

(HOW PASSIONATE SELF-CONSUMING! (?))

And it's no case for revolution
(For what?!),
You gonna be arrested.

Try to sue the powerful
And you will listen a laugh!

"How much do you want in the agreement?"
It was all predicted.

They already won their causes,
But your choler is another...

Although the ads
Say they love me
(Is there anyone that still believe on this?!),
"Eco friendly",
Or "social responsible",
Their single target is my pocket.

And so, they invent
That I cannot live
Without that lot of bullshit:
One more car, one more shirt
One more happening, one more bait...

While, for me, the most important
Is a cozy home and a health plan
Impossible desires, if I don't give my life
In a restricted economy of the scanty income
Obtained on the drudgery, forced, captive,
Since nothing is gain without money.

Afflicted and unskilled,
Despite my muscles
That a steady roof, easily, would build,
I conclude that will never be free.

Worse than the eight hours a day,
Along with people who actually hate me,
Only the most dirty dungeon.

I have no time for sports.

I can't even solve
My quotidian problems.

I do not eat healthy.

The little time I have left,
Anxiously, I spend in traffic.

Unlike the utopic Eden,
Simulated, mean and methodical,

That is propagated,
With a false laughter,
By the shallow media.

Isn't it a contradiction?

And, how would I do it?!

Since I'm not a robot,

Nor a military idiot...

Totally aware about my efforts
That won't ruin the perverse frame
I interpret the hermit inside my shelter
Walk around as the severe character
With sword and shield for my enemies
Or for anyone that can bother me
With a weepy staging of panhandling.

Yes, I became tough!

A "little grown man" as the world wanted...

And my wings are also growing (?!),

In the filthy reality that surrounds all of us
With turpitude and misfortune,

I've been interested in the stock market,
The sublimation of today's self.

In any case, I won't smile
For those who think I'm merely a piece
Of the huge machine that crushes souls
In exchange for fetishes and dirty notes
With drawings of animals or personalities,
Which, dead or close to extinction,
Have not the slightest value
For the ones who desire them.

I think,
Thus,
Convicted,

As anyone, in my case, would do,

After surpassed the cynicism,
The hypocrisy
The coarse polishing

(Therefore I am
For I'm not better or worse than anybody):

"In first place,
Comes me!

In second,
Who's by my side

And I don't care about your problem

When your conscience fail,
At night,
Do not wait for MY help."

I don't make honey.
I'm not your pal.

I won't give you a hand.
I won't let you rest.

But, I can make you fear.

I'm very dangerous.
A person cold as ice.
And the more this wound ignite,
The more I'll set fire!

If we do a rigorous analysis,
As the raging wasp pupa,
The humanity of today
Have no other option...