the Days of the Outsider

are 'officially' drawing to a close--

show any originality or individuality

and the Herd will hunt you down--

it won't do to tritely blather "T'was ever thus"

so it's been but now the Rulers of the World

have the technology to enforce their tyranny

with the help of a common Herd

that buys into this proposition--

(I mean who cares about anybody else

as long as whoever's rights and freedoms

come first) and since they're groomed for their place

in the Machine it's been decided that Outsiders

will indeed remain outside and left to die

but

there are plenty of us 'outside'

and we're just waiting for your first flat tire

outside your compound

your first wild panic when the Grid goes down

and your smug ignorance of Reality

leaves you twisting in a howling gale

with no clue how anything really functions

no servants or hired help at which to bark orders

(see how quickly and easily the Control

you've thrown in with throws you out)

there are plenty of us as I've said

and we're very very patient

waiting for you to stumble down 'our' alleyway

common herd with no clue what the word 'slaughter'

means

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