Cleansed
March 31 2025
But how would I know?
That they turned me.
That something was wiped
a memory erased
a view sanitized.
I imagine it literally.
A good wetting down,
then working up a lather,
and ending in a cleansing rinse;
fresh water
bathing my gyri, sulci, and cortical folds,
scouring out my swampy ventricles,
and like a fire hose
sluicing open the space
between dura and brain
and giving it a thorough wash.
So like radiator coolant
my cerebrospinal fluid
has been drained and replaced,
flushed clean
of sludge and debris.
No more over-heating, thank God,
no impure thoughts.
Brain-washed.
My scruples scrubbed
politics corrected.
So I’ll feel like a new man,
striding bullishly out
after a clean shave
and invigorating shower,
my glowing face subtly scented
with sandalwood
and manly leather.
My brain so squeaky clean, it sparkles.
While my mind is clear,
ready to be filled
with whatever truth they tell me.
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