a little bit of me would die, too.
The things I read here,
I do not hear in my faculty lounge.
My colleagues are Pollyannas,
dripping in butter & kindness.
The brainwashing has been complete,
and I trudge between pod people.
the truth sets me free.
I know I am right because
I have the evidence on this page.
It makes me happy.
Q: But what if it died?