Maybe if you dye your face red,
and you wear a blue tie,
and you call yourself a patriot,
maybe,
they will be blinded by the inevitable
Maybe if you raise your voice,
and pretend it is because you care about me,
and you care about them,
as much as you care about the image of selflessness
Maybe if you cough once,
and then twice,
and then clear your throat,
so that you can raise high the rooftops,
so that you can undo the battening of your hatches,
so that you can be the fear monger we know you are
Maybe if you stand behind a podium,
and pretend you know what it is like to be alone,
Maybe if you let the light blare in your face,
if you prop up your notes and you say you are transparent,
Maybe if you do what we expect of you,
we will learn to settle for less,
and into oblivion,
into the idea that erasers serve a noble purpose,
Maybe,
but then again,
if you did what we expected of you,
you would be something,
something else
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