Dear Sir/Madam,
Are you politically correct?
Do you blame migrants?
Do you endorse the death penalty?
Are you pragmatic?
A Kantian at heart?
Selfish to the bone?
Composed and analytical?
Do you have a fetish for norms?
Of the country, of the culture
Of society, of community
Of the nation-state, of the leaders
Of your group, of your partner
Of your inner consciousness?
Are you a career builder?
A pursuer of wealth and reputation?
A creator of acquaintances
But never deeply rooted friendships?
A pretender,
Someone who feigns to
Like debates, freedom of thought
Noir art, cooperation
Quirkiness and consensus
Insurgent ideas, innovation
Tough fights
The best fights for causes
Worth the blood
The pain, the tears
Your own skin and bones.
Your PR developed persona
Hides in the closet.
Behind the layers
Of righteousness and ethics
There is a distorted, hungry
Monster, an alter ego
Subtly nodding
To other hungry monsters.
To push for change
But keep the system intact.
Where do the outlanders fit?
The ones who challenge,
Who cause unrest,
Who offend and disturb
The ones who dare
To provoke, to smash hegemons
To be outraging.
You call them deviant…
But the foundations of your core
Devour aberrations
In a cocoon adorned
With 50 shades of deviance.