I fear Joe is wrong,
My journey on this yellow brick road doesn’t lead home.
His monomyth will swallow me whole where I subside
A false prophet in the belly of a beast,
Projecting bullshit to little people
Trapped in a city of emerald green.
I fear chaos,
Order is a much safer space.
Truths are buried under peer pressure to assimilate.
Logos is too weak for postmodern power games.
A place where nothing reigns supreme.
Ubermensch is dead. Chaos is queen.
I fear her.
I feel her cold-blooded stare.
Like every common man before me,
I freeze before the journey begins.
Where are the gods when you need them?
Fuck it, I'll serve Versace instead.