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Posted to Poetry

oh people
don't bother yourselves
with history or geography
and literature is a capital waste of time
a labor crime

better your bliss is unadulterated
as limber as reeds to bend
to every whim of word and voice
impassioned by a feeling,
with chaff for truth
no kernels need be sown

just strike your plow of production
bow you head and cater to the wants
of each civilian
and guardian government will bless
for Brother knows best
just how to swing the sickle down
for harvest