The Fool Who Thought He Was King

In the murk of mindless certitude all relevance is diffused
Join us in fetal security, sweet succulent pacification
We are engorged in self empowerment
Bloated magnificence sustained by unalterable judgments
Mapping out the limitations of social interaction
Of artistic abstraction
In the murk of mindless certitude all relevance is diffused
Join us in fetal security, that strengthening pacification
Lift high these banners proclaiming empty dissent
We useless heralds of transgression, of neutered transgression
Of pacified transformation
Join us in fetal security, huddled together in bovine placidity
Unoffending restraint affecting no one, changing nothing