Self-Identity As a Self-Made Predicament, Or, More Fun With Socratic Irony

An insane System by any other name Should still be considered simply insane A prison by any other name Could well be the throne Of a primitivist's brain A lifestyle by any other name Would prefer to be called a "subculture" A truth by any other name May well be an early grave After passing around A bit of the blame - Do we really wanna play this same game? Again and again? Just for the sake of its colloquial name? Wait-Wait-Wait! Don't shoot me yet! I request a fancy blindfold and a pre-lit cigarette: I want to look super cool Without a single regret, When the firing squad executes me For being such an absurdly passive threat; Otherwise, Honestly, It will feel like I've squandered Another golden opportunity... ...And obviously, I couldn't possibly try to live After something like this...