“Get on your f’n mask!”
screamed the Libertarian
to the lonely librarian.
As the freedom fighter
shared all the rules.
Watching Orwell’s imagination
Repeat on station after station.
Pens at the ready to herd us all in.
Imprinting a story to keep us within.
The Goddess of illusion cycling
Round and round on repeat
A poison chalice douses naked feet.
Trickling through, eroding away,
reserves and progress all washed away.
Limits stretched to the extremes.
Set the alarm, wake from the dream.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medea
Ponderings from Paisley 