January 17, 2018Poem

It wasn’t quite like that but you know what I mean

politicsidentitymortality

It wasn’t quite like that but you know what I mean

She should think about a move.

Dispossess me

Take away the tags

Remove the marks

Of identification

Which guarantee me

A place at the table

Label me a cypher

Without a secret

Everything known

In flagrante

Disregard privacy

What have we to fear

From such munificence

When was a tumour

Ever as benign

As your gradual leeching

Of my individuality

Cleverly disguise me

As a delinquent

Breaching the walls

Of safe haven

For an escape room

Process me as a dissident

When I call you out

Refuse to wear

Your collar

It will blow off my head

If you so choose

Who are you

To say who is free

When everything

We do for fun

Brings us

Closer to an age

Of conformity

And by degrees

Under the guise

Of individual freedoms

Of expression

We sell the soul of liberty

On social media

For a fee

Youtube dissenters

Need to make a living

Selling freedom

As a lifestyle choice

Pedlling rebellion

As a youthful voice

That can be bought

In any colour

Shape or size

In bitcoins

Whatever they may be

Right click

Means you tacitly agree

To Pay pal

Nothing about this

Makes any sense to me.