The
old copy of 1984
Had
come along for the ride
It
had been my dad’s in college
And
in the interest of looking
Intellectual
and doubleplusgood
I’d
been trying to digest it
Every
revolutionary should
I’d
just spent a week rebelling
In
a lawless realm
Turned
loose in Tucson
Under
Fletcher’s supervision
So
my rebellion had no resistance
Merely
an actor
On
a subversive stage
Soon
to return to suburbia
To
shed my dissident robes
Lock
away my instruments of sedition
But
on the bus ride back to Tempe
I
read Orwell
Upon
arriving home
I
left out my insurgency
Right
on the shelf
At
the Ministry of Truth
Big
Brother missed it
While as I doublethink
A
slight smile breaks
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