censorship island

i know a little place
where all of you can go
it never really rains there &
it never ever snows,
if it’s windy, if it’s humid,
it’s never really long &
the birds that chirp up in the trees
all tweet your favorite songs---
the others who live there with you
they always smile your way
they never sneer or bicker
only small talk & fluff to say
there’s nothing that would harm you
there’s no opinions to worry about &
everyone who lives there
knows how to shut their mouth---
no contrary ideas or beliefs are thought
there’s no real thoughts at all &
when someone is uncertain,
they just curl up in a ball---
in the fetal position they stay
quieter than a patch of deserted land &
when the tide finally rolls in,
it covers them over with sand---
so no one ever speaks their mind &
no one’s ever offending,
for the occupants of censorship island
have perfected the art of
pretending.