Just do what I'm told and don't even ask why?

By Stanley Collymore

Please can you do yourself and I while you’re at it

a great big favour and stop persistently withering

on about love; something that quite evidently

you know absolutely nothing about? And I

say this not just because of your marked

obsession with the subject that’s quite

perverse to say the least but also the

unambiguous evidence pertaining

to the fiction about love you are

assiduously carrying in your

head and is manifestly affecting your brain

can’t seriously be categorized much less

so be sensibly recognized or accepted

as representing ordinary behaviour

by anyone who’s realistically and

certainly responsibly sane, and

accordingly is very much to

the contrary very likely if

not to completely then

at least significantly

drive that person

utterly insane.

For the views that you hold on love are totally

Inane, since you can not in any understood

democratically regarded society lawfully

or compulsorily force people to either

be or else automatically fall in love

at some other person’s whim and

if they don’t enthusiastically oblige, as they’re

submissively required to do, publicly coerce

and shame them into doing so, and if that

fails to productively work then legally

and financially segregate them from

normal society in the furtherance

of some harebrained pursuit to

form the kind of ill-defined

homogenous, thoroughly

dim-witted and stupid

thoughtless society

which you clearly

desire to see for

everyone of us

respectively.

© Stanley V. Collymore

6 January 2017.

Author’s Remarks:

We haven’t exactly reached the stage in Britain where every aspect of our individual private and professional lives, if in the latter instance we’re fortunate to have one, are minutely examined, charted, recorded and itemized but in truth we’re not very far off from that profoundly bizarre and scary Orwellian realization and its accompanying disconcerting nightmare, as those who at the behest of others but for all that still quite delusionally actually convince themselves that it’s really them who are in charge of Britain and thus the ones running the show do their very best to ensure that such an autocratic situation does eventually happen.

But while many of you might brainlessly and unthinkingly see nothing wrong with being a convenient zombie to be deployed and utilized at will for the sheer convenience of your much adored and so-called social betters, it’s not a prescription that I’ll either favour or have any wish whatsoever to be associated with. And while this poem of mine is in essence a fictional work of art and additionally a somewhat tongue in the cheek castigation of what’s going on in Britain and a conspicuous denunciation of the morons who run our country, the sentiments encapsulated in it are nevertheless very earnest indeed and seriously held by me.