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In the Subconscious
Morality—
like a hitchhiker
hops aboard
your chassis—
Sits back ’n grins
like a lad, blinks
as a lassie—
Hijacks your wheel!
—to leave you
backseat driving
and buckled stiff
in your kid’s seat—
“Where-We-Going?!”
—you twist and squirm
backward to your
dumb-mute chauffeur
who motions so—
The rules are writ there in the hatch!
—of the dashboard
where you keep that
guide manual—
—childhood to Adult!
Guilt we still fear—
one should just know!
the Right from Wrong
mortal answers—