the day I got hired
at my first government job, and I thought
my dreams are average now.
I’ll need to find an average woman
move into an average house
buy an average car
and be thankful
that my average life
is far better
than those bombed-out houses
in the Soviet Block
big Russian women who always carry meat cleavers on their person in case of rape.
Most of them
don’t have cars
let alone, three meals a day.
I might meet my future wife, someday
and say, “My life is average. My dreams are dead. Would you like to be a part of that?”
It won’t work, even if she’s average
and that’s why
A hopeless depression locked me in
until I discovered the door to dreams.
It’s between my eyes.
I went to work
and pretended to be dull
like a paper-pushing pencil
that couldn’t write.
I fit right in
with the bald psychologist
with three white hairs
growing out of his chin.
He also played golf.
I learned how to act
like a bureaucrat. It’s easy
Just say, “Yes!”
all the time.
Now I understand the banality of evil
Have I become like Adolf Eichmann?
But I don’t think he was a golfer or a writer,
so I feel much better about myself.
3 thoughts on “The Banality of Evil”
Another time I laughed out loud at your post❤️
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That’s my goal! 🙂 Where would we be without laughter?
I can relate
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