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POETRY
THEORY
Dada Manifesto
Surrealist Manifesto
RELIGION
DOPPLEGANGER
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THE ABSTRACT AND AMBIGUOUS
No middle ground exists for these fantasyland believers
Nothing but black and white reality to tame their fears of the unknown
There’s nothing in between for the rare soul that demands an answer
The curious and defiant have always populated Christian stocks
No wonder the flocks are filled with sheep
Those with critical minds flee elsewhere
The disciples stopped asking questions eons ago
It hurts for them to think
They left it up to their phony god
There’s no suffering with pedagogy
They find pride in their simple mindedness
Like there was a special on Christianity at the supermarket
They worship the absolute, an ideal at best
Like they’d fall off the earth if nothing was cemented down
It’s really not that hard to use your mind
Just put down the big macs and the bible
Turn off the electronic kindergarten
And try to put two thoughts together
Why can’t two or more ideas exist with equal validity
Is it that difficult to accept that reality is not as orderly as a fairy tale
Why can’t progress be a cool pool on a hot summer day
Is it that terrible to face the future
Looking at a restaurant menu, there’s too much to decide
I want the chicken and the steak, why can’t I have both
Is this not ambiguity
Does this not exist
The fearful slave chooses combination number one, after all
The dreaded potato salad can always be pushed to the side and ignored
The freethinker orders ala carte to suit his unified tastes, after all
Seeing beyond the literal delivers an Olympian buffet
Reality is as subjective as taste, but I forget you are in denial
For you everything must be concrete or all is lost
Rejecting ambiguity, another fear dispatched, another possibility forsaken
Castrating the abstract, another demon defeated, another witch hanged
For those that reject abstract thought and ambiguity
The unknowable is as terrifying as the unknown
Simple answers to complex questions sooth the brain weary faithful
Like Ibsen’s guilty son their heads burst with inherited infection
But syphilis is not to blame
Ignorance and denial has poisoned them
Generations of obedient fear ridden slaves do the bidding of the sanctimonious
They’ve been building pyramids to conformity ever since Christ bled
Their dead ancestors’ old time religion felt good enough for them
They even wrote a song about it and sing it with the raising of their flag
Shaw’s idealists chased their fantasies
And expected everyone to submit to lies
The ideal can not be mandated
But we all know it can be abused
The abstract brings answers described by god
The ambiguous enlarges the brain
When the brain is enlarged, so is the soul
When the mind is blessed, so is the spirit |
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