Toxicology

Summary

The poem "Toxicology" by Fernando Munaretti reflects on the pervasive nature of societal rage and the loss of humanity in the pursuit of superiority and material gain.

Abstract

"Toxicology" is a poignant piece that captures the essence of a world consumed by anger, greed, and a distorted sense of competition. The author awakens with a feeling of intoxication by rage, observing the harsh realities of life where the less fortunate are further oppressed by the greedy. The poem paints a picture of a society where the fight is no longer for survival but for glory and recognition, leading to a toxic environment where people are labeled with derogatory terms and basic human decency is buried under illusions of grandeur. Despite the desire for indifference as a coping mechanism, the poet remains unable to escape the cycle of anger, highlighting the deep impact of societal toxicity on the individual.

Opinions

The poet expresses a deep sense of disillusionment with society, characterized by anger and a lack of empathy.
There is a critical view of the disparity between the homeless and the well-off, with the latter often exploiting the former.
The pursuit of superiority and invincibility has led to a loss of basic human values, where people fight for personal glory rather than collective well-being.
The language used reflects a strong disdain for those who contribute to the toxicity of the world, labeling them as "terrible people," "sons of bitches," and "pieces of shit."
The poem suggests that the constant striving to "score" and "win" in life has become an all-consuming and ultimately hollow endeavor.
The author wishes for indifference as a form of protection against the pain caused by the state of the world but finds it unattainable due to the overwhelming presence of rage.

A poem

This morning I woke up intoxicated By rage Maybe I should have slept some more

I should have kept my eyes closed So as not to witness This display of madness The gore of daily life Brutality dressed as normal

A homeless man sleeps on the street A homefull man steals from him His cup of coins! That’s the world we live in

Toxic world Of the needy and greedy We do not even fight for survival Anymore We fight for glory and kudos To feel superior Invincible, untouchable Deserving of everything And more

Win and rub it in Loose and lash out It’s all about scoring And winning God knows what

People, terrible people Bitches, sons of bitches Sneaky ass motherfuckers Pieces of shit! Where is your good nature? Probably buried deep down Under the damned factory of illusions Which just keeps releasing Toxicity in the air

Mindless machines Made to suck each other dry Do you even love yourselves?

I wish I already had that indifference That comes from suffering too much

But I can’t For I woke up intoxicated By rage

Toxicology

A poem

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