Oontz Oontz
Let's workshop this poem about how cautionary instincts, wise and deeply-rooted in the herd, can have a stifling effect on individual genius and innovative progress.
Oontz Oontz Jazzy visionaries, brainiacs nuzzling syncopation, drowned out by mob baby rhythm— the collective instinct (that gnawing-mauling danger lies in unconservative progress) etched into our hearts before we were even skittish chimps huddled in nighttime trees.
