Let's workshop this poem about the superficiality of modern individualism within consumer culture (exemplified by the irony of many seeking uniqueness through mass-produced items)
Capitalist Rebellion
Were it not tragic enough
that his midlife gravitation
toward strange things was driven
only by sophomoric desperation
for individuality, those
strange things rose no higher
than toyish trend: so many
Prime customers in the same
Chinese pentagram necklace.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right).