Conspiracy Theories and Pop Psychology
The history we avoid is what comes back.
A son abhors obsessions in his dad
And then becomes a monomaniac.
A daughter who found mother’s ways too sad
Drives daughters of her own to turn out poor
In spirit, sozzled drunkards. Nations who
Reject their king and chop his head off score
An own goal: they bring back descendants blue
Of blood and seat them on the throne. A dog
Comes back to eat his vomit. Peoples saved
From superstition, a pathetic fog,
Adopt a new religion with streets paved
With pyrite ignorance. So, here’s the thing.
Blank unbelievers grasp at anything.