we have not been sufficiently humbled
Perhaps
more pain is required to reach bottom
Perhaps
we are living vicariously on borrowed feelings
becoming shadows of our former selves
Perhaps
we are not adequately corrupted and diseased
Perhaps
our guilty consciences won’t be appeased
Perhaps
the future will suffer and no one will weep
while we butcher what’s sacred like greedy beasts
Perhaps
we will not satisfy our unholy appetites
Perhaps
we will invent problems for every solution
Perhaps
we will dream the dream of Frankenstein
and create monsters out of our nightmares
Perhaps
we will be a credit to our national debt
Perhaps
Santa Claus isn’t coming, yet
Perhaps
we are too blonde to save
Perhaps
we will feel ashamed
Perhaps
we will abandon reason
Perhaps
we will incarcerate freedom
Perhaps
we will be completely demoralized
Perhaps
we will be subjugated by our fears
Perhaps
there will be four more years.
--Stew Jorgenson
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