Material For Your Wastebasket Poem by Joe Napolitano

"Don't star- - oh David, here
they come. They better Nazi
you reading that nonsense."

Attention, what you see is what you get.
What you see is all fine.
Accept what is and ask no questions.

Thoughts too valuable for inner monologue
are prisoned to minds too frightened to speak.
Minds much smarter than I, meaning YOU, allow
action less participation to spur a most potent
enemy, regret,

Tomorrow there will be a Thoreau search.
If there are any Marx of any learned
activity, there will be hell to
pay.

Prisoners of having no chance, huddle
together, cold, barren, desolate.
Comfort marries indifference
While action suggests revolt.

It would seem you've found your Nietzsche
in running from the crowd. Make sure to Locke their
doors and have them experience the Paine that comes
with not listening.

What they see is more of the same,
a poor draw from the dealer of life.
Although with other players at the table
chips could have been distributed.