Basically, Banausic

(An adaptation from : The Man In the Bowler Hat written by A.S.J Tessimond) 

Written by: Nicolette Wee

 

Suit, on.

Grasp your body, throttle it

Let no part of your skin breathe

Let no bloody scar be seen

Excruciating, but be proud of it:

Without this,

You are nothing.

 

Tie, on.

Pull it, tighter and harder

Let no words out

Let no heaves of sighing be heard

Strangling, but with pride and dignity:

Without this,

You are nothing.

 

Hat, on.

Stun your brain, suffocate it

Let no thoughts wander

Let no freedom enter

Concussive, but think in ways of your master

Without this,

You are nothing.

 

All, off.

Come here son,

Suit and tie and hat,

Shall be no more.

Grow not in my way,

or you will be their prey.

Hurry, run away,

Without this son,

You are liberated.

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Ren? Magritte, The Son of Man, 1964, Restored by Shimon D. Yanowitz, 2009  øðä îàâøéè, áðå ùì àãí, 1964, øñèåøöéä ò"é ùîòåï éðåáéõ, 2009

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