Whitney Jones Olson
On Ginsberg's America,4th Part - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
Your, soulless sycophants, carelessly toss aside my indifference.
Your, precious pedagogues, misunderstand.
Your, noncompliant nihilists, dissemble as I peer.
Your, meritorious malcontents, shield me in their desolation.
Your, covetous custodians, maintain a rising insurrection.
Your, officious operators, are compelled to adore my authority.
Your, nescient neophytes, presume me a novitiate despite
my obvious approbations of you.
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