No longer are they mavericks
against the world’s conformity, but
self-ordained priests with lunatic obsessions
regurgitating turgid rectitude,
authoritarian and rigid,
bravely denouncing anything that moves,
their blandness sprung from decadence and wealth.
They know far better than to stick their necks out
(for fear of someone chopping off their heads).
Behold the cookie cutters of the cutting edge!
I watched their sunlight fail through open windows.
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