They cannot make sense of it all time and again,
so they create a manual to service their needs.
There is a system of sorts at play here,
that divides the information by group sequentially.
“The damn manual’s a crutch on which we can no longer rely!”
So they fashion radical theories, letting the manual grow stale.
There is a process of sorts in use here,
that groups the divided information periodically.
They cannot lie to others if they will not to themselves,
so they scapegoat the manual, then redact for an eternity.
There is a procedure of sorts at work here,
that informs the groups by division intuitively.
Finally, they cannot keep straight faces when asked to explain,
So they tell it like it is, citing the manual verbatim without knowing.
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Jonathan Bennett is a novelist and poet. He is the author of six books, the most recent of which is The Colonial Hotel (ECW Press, 2014). He is a winner of the K.M. Hunter Artists’ Award in Literature. Born in Vancouver, raised in Sydney, Australia, Jonathan lives in the village of Keene, near Peterborough, Ontario.
More at: jonathanbennett.com
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