Monday, May 30, 2005

The thought police need not patrol. The masses want to be under control

Understanding taxes.
Acceptance pays off.
Why dare grasp
what you can cast off?
No logic can birth conception
in the deliberately barren mind.
Thought, a felony,
comprehension a crime.
Build no scaffolds on your own
from the facts that you might glean.
Accept teachings by the numbers,
add nothing to the mean.
Flow with the mainstream
to rancid pools of status-quo.
Incite no-one to insights
lest you bring them to woe.
The masses masticate
on what’s been processed at the mill.
There’s no market left for reason
but stagnant custom makes me ill.

2 Comments:

Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

Grim. Very grim (e.g., "to rancide pools of status-quo"). But well done. It's one of your poems. Definitely.

11:57 PM  
Blogger Andy N. said...

Hmm -
well said.
Thanks.

3:49 PM  

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