The Simp-osium

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Democracy dies in danknesss. A ring of smoke,

it goes wafting to the ceiling of the studios

you share with several twenty-something bros

you sort of knew in college; another toke,

and then the conversation turns baroque:

what if all the mind believes it knows

is just a holograph? can we suppose

that Croatan were aliens at Roanoke?

What were we saying? Yes. Democracy.

Boy-fucking Plato thought it was a bad

idea, mostly, prone to demagogues;

reason crowded out; stupidity

inevitably ascendant; even a mad

king better than a congress of rabid dogs.