Making an entrance this way’ll be less a threat t’
th’ plebs - their sense o’ harmony never rises to
be agreed except in contrite, & odd, nodding by
deafness t’ boring ideas there’s unity; so silently
is the GO, with a “we seek to interface with you
at your level” motto, unspoken in case there’s a
brain or two in surveillance mode, - you’d never
know - they may look like a herd, but maybe its
already infiltrated by denizens of disease we’ve
sworn to oppose; but by now, we’re on stage &
wisely nodding t’ the a la carte proposal we will
represent ‘em faithful & true because they need
us - whereas we only need them for a majority -
but we didn’t need t' say it, they knew anyway
© 21 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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