We are so homogeneous
What happened here
In a room of twenty
I can see six copies
Of the same Murakami
Two more of earlier work
The empties are of
Hendrix and tanquary
Knockoff versions from your still
We will sit and watch the latest Sundance
Until we can bear to drink again
More gregarious as the day moves on
Discussing the world
Discussing ourselves
Knowledge assimilated
And integrated to the appropriate frame
I forget that my views
are not generally accepted
Wrapped in a bubble
of acceptance
Amounting to nothing more
Than different forms of oppression
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