The Unknown is like a little untrained puppy
pooping in the hallway of a house fully carpeted
by what’s already Known, which a police officer
shoots in the name of authority.
You can either train yourself to be knowledgable enough
to poop directly on authority’s boots
in order to keep your carpets pristine,
or avoid finding yourself,
feeding your mind only freethought,
and call it a life,
sitting obediently ignorant in front of TV.