Imagine
Be Damned
The
fear’s throughout, permeated without any doubt
Panic is
the constant so shut out any argument
Revise
the story that Holden found out
Promote
the faerie tale that the rye grows tall and stout
No
consequences is reality and you’ll always find safety
The
catcher hidden, resides waiting with arms open
Always
jump and you’ll fly, landing safely in the rye
This
obedience to nonsense is the danger of imagining no consequence
Cocooned
from cradle to first saddle leaves really no riddle
One mind
is the trained deaf kind
Cognitive
dissonance the rock, without which there can be no stock
The
solution is sameness and nobody permitted difference
Politics
of destruction requires aesthetic collusion
Arise
this modern Khmer Rouge with violence their solution
A
primitive answer to ideological challenge
The
circle always rounds and death will abound
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