Escapism = Carnevale Claptrap
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Religion, fantasy, pornography
And science fiction, even pink, pink verse
Are merely magic. Hearts’ geography
Is what they master. They invade, or worse.
These five encroachers twist the truth, the past,
The present, and the future. All five build
Untruths much closer to the heart’s own vast
Stupidities, its false desires. They are filled
With fake truths, half truths, and forgeries plain
But never simple. Poetry is least
Vile (when it’s true) in outcomes, and the main
Result of sci-fi is that it’s a beast
That wastes our minds that could be doing more
Productive things. It’s just a masked up whore.