Headless
Without a head
There is no rudder
Worth turning,
And this is the age of headlessness.
Not so much from the guillotine
As from lobotomies
By schools and doctors, TV and social media,
Started when young from outside
But ultimately internalized
Into self-lobotomization.
This is the path of maturation today
Growing up to do what is required
To further the Greater Good
No need to even pretend to keep your head down
And eyes averted
When you have no head.
(9/11/25)
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