It’s not even about image or respect or fear this time;
that was Spectrum days, long ago from where we stand today.
We don’t contest that; over there, there is no fight.
We just want to feel like we’re doing something productive,
something that inspires. Something that helps to rationalise
why we were elected. Surely Singaporeans like watching their fellow men and women be hanged?
Surely Millennials and Generation Z and Generation Alpha will vote for us
when they see how amazingly rational it is to execute someone, with fangs
of the law, and claws of the state—
that will teach irrationality a lesson that will never abate!
One day, maybe, that will even teach people
that they should clear their trays.
It’s just our mandate.
It’s just what we demand from every reprobate
sad, lonely, unkempt, disgusting, prostrate
waste of fucking time that dares to call themselves a Singaporean citizen;
look at all the time they spend on TikTok! The brazen
ways they upload shirtless pictures of themselves, and inflate
their egos, and tank-tops, and hopes
that this country will one day listen to the commentary of some third-rate
random commentators and poets online. How tragic a sense of dismay
we feel, when we pull the noose, and another person is made
to ensure that the iron law of productivity never abates.
To give some significance to why we are called
the state.