Apology of the Normies

Apology Of The Normies

Oh normies,
	you are the chosen ones,
The ones we are too scared to become,
	and yet intimately wish to be.
Oh normies,
	I felt the breeze of freezing 
				      awkwardness,
	once you opened your mouth with vigor
To emulate satisfaction in empty
				enjoyments,
	and yet, the movement of flight for I 

	wishes, could not be conceived without you

			NATURE
Oh normies,

Once we were all thought to be
	in the norm, 
                    because we never were,
Are you pre-linguistic entities?

Oh normies,
	your choices of fashion pollute the
Earth, so that it’s easier for bodies,
	ever to soil the stupidity in being
	surprised by our behaviors.
Oh normies
	you made me at peace with my
	arrogance, to the point I becomes a dictator.
Dictating values on screens of disavowal, without freezing
						in coolness.
Oh normies, 
	the hierarchies of becoming are 
    The stuff of existentialist eclectics,
	if we’re being materialists,
You are the fulfillment of the Dialectic.

Oh normies, 
	at least, you’re not fascists,
     You are at best too unoriginal for that.