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I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. Here…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. Here it is.
Negotiating with a terrorist!
I did it every day -- no gracious dance
Would save me from my dad. There's no romance
In my dark ages. I could make a list
Of times that tyrant, no Objectivist,
Denied my self, my freedom, any chance
Of sane cognition sans his dissonance.
By heart I know the times he made me pissed.A monster? No. My data's anecdotal.
But, tell me: can you trust to recollect
All of the good your nemeses have done?
I battle with my memory, subject
As it must be to evidence too modal.
I've washed my brain and made the colors run.