On Ginsberg's America,4th Part Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

Your, soulless sycophants, carelessly toss aside my indifference.
Your, precious pedagogues, misunderstand.
Your, noncompliant nihilists, dissemble as I peer.
Your, meritorious malcontents, shield me in their desolation.
Your, covetous custodians, maintain a rising insurrection.
Your, officious operators, are compelled to adore my authority.
Your, nescient neophytes, presume me a novitiate despite

my obvious approbations of you.