My Friend Heterodoxy
You will notice, if you look carefully, that none
Of the resplendent, swaggering suits in the news lately
Had a more plainly dressed person trailing close behind
Whispering, “Respice post te. Hominem te memento”.
“Look ahead, you doof (not in the original Latin), bear in mind
You will die.”
As I grow closer to my expiration date, whatever that is,
The lie grows more apparent, the scrim thinner, the light brighter.
There’s just not a whole lot of anything there.
I will not let the media feed me.
I will not let the myths beguile me.
I’ve seen what they’re all getting up to:
Make lots of money. Get on TV. Be “real”.
Meet my good friend Heterodoxy.
And he’s got good eyes.