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POETRY | ALLOW ME TO SNARK
Is the Earth Round or Flat?
DID YOU JUST ASK ME THAT?
“Is the Earth round or flat?”
The question fell like a cat
/// scratching at the insides of me ///
is that a real question
or make-believe?
I cannot perceive whether you are
serious or not!
My mind’s in a knot!
— you’re smiling a lot!
I’m driving my mind, much like a car —
off the cliffs
of your insanity!
“Of course it is round!
Have you not been around?
You think like a map, boring and flat!
and ignore the globe as a portrait of fact?!
To whatever deities you pray:
please ask them to wipe the ignorance away!”
To which degree
are we willing to see
our evolution decline
by idiocracy?
Infinite information always at the fingered-ready
yet lies poison the eyes of those seeking heading.
I digress, I confess, my ship’s been blown off course,
for I wasn’t prepared to ponder such preposterous discourse!
— agod
