Anti Zeus

The building's frontage cast green;
their chaps, the tall chimneys with those dewlaps,
smoke out their taste.
Smile, old spruce, as that happy magpie loves you;
It arrives every morning to sit on your prickly face.
No dancing sign. Those trees are sober.
The landscape is a kid of the dying winter;
I am staring at the letters; they could be news;
If yes, it will radiate detest;
Drumming realisations, I nestle to my fears,
Machiavelli's name springs to my mind
more often; There is a pseudo-sybaritism
around us on this planet-shaped waste bin. 
Made in Earth.
Where, Where and Where? There, there.
Contemporary evil's evilness is obvious;
billions appreciate it. The eager and hungry audience
of singing socio-paths-politicians.
Their endless chorus croons popular songs:
"Our economy needs to grow.",
"We are good. They are bad.",
"I will save you.", "I can protect you.",
"There is a God, and I know what that wants."
"They are our enemies.", "We are a nation.",
"We are strong.", "We will solve your problem."
"This is our country.",
"They will destroy our culture.",
"We will achieve carbon-neutrality by ... 2030, 2040, 2050, 2060, 2070, 2080 ...."
and so on, and so on;
...and the Big Smile of perfect teeth is for You. Amen.
Lovely catchwords of charlatans.
Grinning Sir Toads.
Farting Lady Narcissuses.
Propagandists and liars have always existed
but did not have the Sir Network toolkit.
Speedy and lovely platforms. Hiss.
Am I satisfied with Mr Hieronymus' materialised painting? 
Fake factories produce polyethylene terephthalate fruits. Hiss.
Do you like your laptop? Is your browser comfortable? Hiss.
Could you order that shoe? Hiss.
Did you already share something brilliant today? Hiss.
You deserve lots of golden likes and bright hearts.
I might be a tree or a dog poop on the ground instead. 
It would be more ethical than being here. Anti Zeus.
I would need a virtual anti-country.
I want the right to live without a state,
nation and religion. And yes, it might be a scandal,
but I imagine that place without markets.
Yes, I know. It sounds bizarre.
The world without these beauties? Frightening thought.
It was raining but replaced with snowing.
Swirled grey fluffs. Naughty snowflakes,
Happily watching You; although
you might contain pesticides, soot,
And formaldehyde. Are Thou gorgeous enough? Hiss.
No more tragedy? Anti Zeus.
Our emotions are generated by pocket clients tingling.
People talk about love. Anti Zeus.
The insolence is a deep lake.
It is still snowing. The roofs have become semi-white.
The fridge is a motoric noise bear,
I am listening to its grumbling behind me.
Budapest is covered by Miles Davis's deep breaths,
Last noises of screaming trumpets;
The hidden pains squirt everywhere.
Obtaining a quiet nook
where I can be an elderberry shrub.
Hiss. Anti Zeus.