(no subject)
1984
There is a cop in our heads...
...the best enforcement yet
of stale morality and dusty law...
Always on our tails in eternal surveillance,
we pull ourselves over on a routine search
...frisking to find dissent,
ready to cuff ourselves with conformity...
Our private prosecutor questions
our every single motive and movement...
Every concern hides a darker purpose
as we make ourselves look stupid
in our desire to fit in...
And that judge who hands down sentences
of guilt, fear and confusion...
In this justice system of the personality
who needs the boys in blue, when
we sentence ourselves to stupor and servility?
Sitting in the panopticon of properness
our inner eye on every movement...
We all do time for our mistakes,
remembering our every single error...
and never will we repeat
our mistakes-
acting and thinking for ourselves.