Propagandhi

Adventures in Zoochosis

I hold out for consensus. Give the masses the benefit of the doubt. Insist the democratic process will bear this population out. I think my only fear of death is that it may not be the end. That we may be eternal beings and must do all of this again. Oh please lord let no such thing be true. Though I suspect that if I slink back to my enclosure — safe and warm and adequately lit. Sufficiently plumbed and ventilated — well, let's just say I would not shake a stick. And if pressed, I'll admit: I'm ecstatic about the enrichment programs implemented to extend our captive lifespans. I'm excited to see what our keepers have planned! Perhaps a bigger cage? Longer chains? Some compelling novel reasons to remain? "Dad are we gonna die?" Yes son, both you and I…but maybe not today. Boys, I've bowed to the keepers whip for so damn long I think the sad truth is this enclosure is where your old man belongs. But you, your hearts are pure, so when operant conditioners come to break you in I'll sink my squandered teeth. You grab your little brother's hand run like the wind. And if I'm not there, don't look back. Just go. I don't give a fuck about the enrichment programs implemented to extend our captive lifespans. Motherfucker gonna get a load of what I got planned.

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