Surrogate

Saint Paul, 13 July 2006

Accept we’ve entered accords without pretext

Where conditions are expendable

Mere agreement is the only preamble

Accept we've imposed absurd rules

If nothing else for the sake of tradition

Like not executing people on the Sabbath

Accept I’m bereft of purpose

That bedrock is an abstraction

Suppositions are singular certainties

Accept I join clubs with no initiations

Where Hello nametags are forbidden

Mere attendance defines membership

Accept I sing in choirs of voiceless song

Where lyrics are for lower forms of life

Sheets of music voluminous in their nothingness

Accept I make small-talk without sentences

Where remarks about the weather are obtrusive

Meaning is derived from the unspoken subtext

Accept I am surrogate to an imposter

A fraudulent failure amongst fakes

Feebly trying to burn a flame retardant flag