fuck popular demand
they better not fucken
bring that shit. I'm not
against a general accolade
now and then but
demand? Fuck what
do they think they outnumber
us? No dice. Even all put together
that will maths out to one (1)! Except
in specifically perverted-to-purpose
cases such as anything approaching
to democracy, getting a better look
at it and moonwalking slowly away.
Public demand? Christ! Yeah! Did
Christ Jesus bow to public demand? No.
He came, he saw, he gave them
the savior HE deemed fit - not
the one they or in my case, we
"deserved."
It was a matter of self-respect
in a sense: innocence times
omniscience is a heady trick
to pull, but give him the nod.
He did it. It won't be popular
demand that calls that act
back for a blockbuster encore
either, any time soon I hope.
DEMAND?
What may be reasons to grant
a request as essentially, a favor,
could never be reasons to accede
to demand.
No,
not even
public. Now, okay
per autonomy-call, private's
a separate matter and fine. Subject
to absolute tivity. But public?
Come on. Do you think any amount
of us-bustle can make us WANT to
act like a knuckle-under wuss
in the convergent-spotlight eyes
of the world on a public stage, even
as a phase we putatively go through
and indulge for the sakes of others?
Hell no! Bad sales pitch! Strike one
and no balls!
Try again please. Please
could be the key word
there
am tip. Not pro tip.
Am.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, April 16, 2021
popular demand: one needlessly speculative meditation
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