Zizek’s left nut
Of simulacra and simulacrum
who knows better than the frog in the well?
And who knows more of the economy
than farmers and servants bonded to Hell
Consigned to dildo in fleshlight action
labour ever relegated elsewhere
Where no one may see them, no one goes there
no one but their incipient faction
'Tell you even a cornered mouse will fight
so where has the workingman's courage gone?
To who does complicity pass as brawn?
I pray you poor bastards, show me your might!
Larping as a real poet
And her smile filled me with indignation
first thing I saw descending the mountain
arrogant silhouette, that wretched grin
I quit this place in search of a tower
Hoping to free my mind from the headwind
Beneath the mountain within the forest
I ignorantly continued my search
Bitter Zephyr nipping at my collar
Never will he allow me to forget,
my adolescent hubris in that place.
I had challenged them within the city
and then they made an example of me
of me, something already manifest
of me! An effigy atop a hill!
I was born an Emblem to defy them
so those who remember me may mock them