Zombification
(Poetry Scales 27)
come shuffle up to the herd
we haven’t a clue or direction
but we’ll get there together
ignore that nagging little voice it’s
scary ‘cause it leads away
away from the comfortable crowd
stop all thinking on your own
consume our prepackage group-think-brains
don’t seek a goal or the truth
ignore sounds on the periphery
we’ve decided real beauty
is lost in our sad absurdity
assimilate everyone,
everything into no certainty
no assurance but into
our foolish staggering company
“Truth always rests with the minority … because the minority is generally formed by those who really have an opinion, while the strength of a majority is illusory, formed by the gangs who have no opinion.” –Soren Kierkegaard
come shuffle up to the herd
we haven’t a clue or direction
but we’ll get there together
ignore that nagging little voice it’s
scary ‘cause it leads away
away from the comfortable crowd
stop all thinking on your own
consume our prepackage group-think-brains
don’t seek a goal or the truth
ignore sounds on the periphery
we’ve decided real beauty
is lost in our sad absurdity
assimilate everyone,
everything into no certainty
no assurance but into
our foolish staggering company
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