Here is a new poem I started ages ago and finished just days ago.

It is all about Gambling our society away on greed and bullshit.

AntiProConInOverUnderalism

I’m pro-abortion 
Because I’m anti-overpopulation 
because I’m pro-population control
because I’m anti-control 
because I’m in over under
I’m not rich 
So I’m anti-capitalist 
I’m not straight
So I’m anti-linearity
Anti Pro Con
Anti-anti 
Double-negative 
Double-helix of shame & shopping carts
Credit card rosaries 
tap here for salvation 
the market will redeem you
Even as it claims you

I’m not clean I’m not pure I’m not approved 
I’m an in over under ad campaign 
Choking on hashtags, hemorrhaging personal info
Bless me, Father Algorithm, for I have clicked 
Bless me for I have shared 
Bless me for I have sinned in HD 
and lost it somewhere on my HDD

I’m pro-rot
Because decay feeds the next thing
I’m pro-failure
Because it’s honest
I’m pro-meat
Because it’s mortal
I’m pro-death
Because I’ve seen what living costs
I don’t want your flag
Your algorithm
Your smiling fascism of good intentions
I want dirt,
truth under fingernails,
a bloodstream climate march fundamentalism
Overunderism
The house always wins
Power is the mind-killer
No control controlled by its need for control
I’m anti-comfort
Because comfort breeds silence
I’m anti-progress
Because it forgets its corpses

we recycle the apocalypse 
we pray to Wi-Fi
we dream in pop-up windows 
and wake to the sacrament of system updates 
On the alter of the church of the bleeding screen

anti-hope anti-cure anti-happy-hour antidote
I’m anti-overunderstanding, pro-confusion, anti-everything and anything
AntiOverUnderism
ProConAntiOverUnderalism
AntiProConInOverUnderalism
we don't want to stick the landing with this one... 
we want to smash into the runway with everyone inside 
screaming "fire!!" – 
burning with their heads tucked between their legs. 
Cut it up, fuck it up.
AntiProConInOverUnderalism—
the gospel of not knowing we know nothing
a faith without subject or predicate
the holy static between ad breaks
the psalm in the supermarket
the sermon of human ruin
fire in the runway / cloistered saints gyrating / children reciting safety procedures backwards 
a choir of coverups
we crash-land in perfect contradiction
all of us shouting the name of the new religion—
AntiProConInOverUnderalism!

You can also listen to it here.

PWEM ANALYSIS

For the eggheads and the geeks, and the thickos who can’t understand my poetic genius (lol) here is a justification. I got AI to write some of this bit cos I can’t always reach down there to toot my own horn.

In a wager, an over/under bet isn’t about who wins; it’s about how much happens—how many goals, points, deaths, whatever. The house posts a number—say, “50.” You bet the game will end over or under that total. It’s disloyal gambling because you don’t care about the game or team or whatever you’re betting on, you only care if it’s higher or lower. It’s quantitative number-fucking, cold hard bet logic. You could be betting on the number of people whose dick gets bitten off by bonobos whilst flashing their parts to kids at a zoo… it doesn’t matter what you bet on either as the house always wins.

To be in over–under—metaphorically—is to live inside that wager.
You’re not cheering for sides anymore, you’re betting on volume, on the degree of ruin or success. You’re complicit even when you’re disgusted, because the system makes you a participant. You keep refreshing the feed, watching the markets, the news tickers, hoping catastrophe will fall just within your bet.

It’s a kind of spiritual addiction that mirrors the economic one:

• Over — the manic hunger, the speculative boom, the faith in endless growth.
• Under — the crash, the scarcity, the fear, the debt spiral.
  Society oscillates between those poles like a gambler chasing losses.

So Antiproconinunoverunderalism becomes a kind of mock-ideology, a creed of resistance to the creed of wagers.

The name: Antiproconinoverunderalism

• Anti- — against.
• Pro- — for.
• Con- — with / against again.
• In- — within.
• Over-Under- — the gambling hinge, the market pulse.
• -alism — the pseudo-ism of all isms.

It eats itself grammatically, like capitalism does ideologically. You can’t tell if it’s for or against anything. It’s the ideological ouroboros. It’s also somehow really funny. Hahah.. aaahah. lolcry.

So, yeah… I am very happy with my poem, a little less so with the state of society. But, you know… I hear Elon Musk is buying a pneumatic cock to fuck his way through his Fleshlight®collection, so every cloud has a creamy plastic centre.