Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Two Minutes

Detail all invective for later, emetic recall,
With your punctuation in the zone, about right,
Lorentz equations, the details of aggression,
Favoured over things of more cultured import,
Lead us or not into these defined appointments,
The hate for the sake of time and space to fill,
The faces in the manuals of how to criticise,
Stopped short every time at hurt or contact,
We want them clean at execution time, undamaged,
Forced compliant by your emaciated language,
The ever-shrinking dictionaries of rightness,
Until your limited ideals become the only words,
And the word becomes thought, begets behaviour,
The walk and talk of good party members,
Or the sex and drugs of Proles, kept sweet,
Navigating carefully along a third way.

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