Admission Permission

In our age of super whoredom,

celebrate your deep dark boredom.

Populative relentlessness abolished all the hard-earned senselessness.

Fear never this now,

for arrogance reigns the new bliss;

how would one say what's been over-said like so many integrated voices read...

my fix, my bread, no relevance as literature has long been dead.

Dare to show what hasn't been seen,

too hasty and far too keen:

To get ahead you must be mean.

Every fact sinks a dream, or so our pseudo-reality makes it seem.

As you sleep the mindful weep,

mighty men no better than sheep.

Hush now, hush, just stay asleep.

Today iS so far away, but may I say...

still, I sway.

Keep your falsely granted permission;

I will take care of my own admission.