In plain gaze, sight to see, <br />The social circle has been drawn. <br />Aperture, where everyone wants to be, <br />Is the place for a simple pawn. <br />Every degree of personality <br />Can be rationed from this pi. <br />From pure zero to degree of ninety, <br />Alphas to epsilons, here they lie. <br />This circle made perfect recipe <br />For variety in the intellectual lawn, <br />Yet neo-liberalism alters, measuredly, <br />All to an equal until individuality is gone. <br />From pupil to straight laced, linear intensity <br />Allows for only seeing with one eye. <br />Only one idea, amongst all, has propensity: <br />Bottled fed from birth till, one day, all die. <br />To achieve perfectly peaceful unison, <br />Do all have to sacrifice true comparison?<br /><br />Robert L. Bixler III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/social-circle/
