Notes About The Poem
9/1/2025 for A Draconian State Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Jama
Simple Twists of Draconian State
OK, maybe you see a similarity in rhyme scheme to a certain Bob Dylan song (lol).
Put me in a prison cell.
Go ahead, sentence me to Hell.
Squash whoever might rebel.
You decide what's right.
After all, you've got the might.
There is no debate
in a twisted, draconian state.
Will I have any friends,
a job, or the means and ends?
If I say the right thing, it depends.
What do my people expect?
I must remember to be correct
or else I will get my tribe's hate
in the invisible draconian state.
I've been programmed. I've been led.
Who put those voices in my head?
My parents' truth or DNA instead?
My brain follows every order,
just like a tape recorder,
playing morning until it's late,
it's my minds' draconian state.
Every dendrite 'n axon's notion
follows Newton's laws of motion.
Now it dictates, "jump in the ocean".
I guess that's the last straw.
I can't break Newton's law.
It would not equate
in this physical draconian state.
Good news, everyone, I fell in love,
I heard the cooing of the dove,
and for reasons specified thereof,
I must do crazy things
like I'm pulled by puppet strings.
Don't you think it's great
to fall in this most draconian state.
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