Audience

So you need an audience he says, or you’ll 

fake one grievously; you won’t be the only 

pedant who ever did, believe me, there’s a 

legion of them. And thus it makes so much 

more sense to see this need as an endemic 

sustenance – although really only one way, 

not everyone suffers your frailty, and diets 

of faux adulation lend cruel penalties 

Why make me a victim she cries, am I the 

product of your circumstance? The flies in 

your ointment surmise everyone’s of the 

same bent, but they don’t all agree; and it 

couldn’t be the world they see anyway – a 

vision doesn’t need an arraigned audience 

© 31 July 2013, I. D. Carswell