On Social Palatability

[kakayaraznica]

more and more each day
i become like you
and it makes me sad.
in a year or two,
i too,
shall be earning my daily bread:
ill dress in suits,
ill wear pearls;
it will not occur to me to twirl
on the street,
in puddles,
without shoes;
i will cease to meowl my feline blues;
won't walk at night
making up a life
for every separate cadence of light;
ill say what is needed;
wont look in the eye;
ill smile on cue
and politely lie;
ill spare my friends
the inconvenience
of having to know me,
(and their feelings);
will control my moods;
will attend due functions;
and discuss whatever it is
that passes
for communication.
ill cease my unctions
and benedictions;
curtail my musings
and predilections;
ill feign amusement;
ill be utterly useful...
and very effective.