There presently appears to be no viable candidate for the 2023 Singapore Presidential Election
Poem in English
You don't need individuation
theory to read the implications
of what has been published in the papers:
someone, somewhere
is running out of time.
And that's why we execute random criminals that we think no one cares about:
because we still need our beautiful spirit of fear to survive.
The population needs to know how we are feeling.
The population needs to feel what we are thinking.
So let this Merlionsman help everyone out
by explaining what just might be all of that dirty and twisted logic:
we kill people
whenever things are going wrong
and continuity is not assured
(e.g. maybe even the incumbent doesn't want to continue to run)
and if that doesn't work,
we Spectrum the population.
We accuse people of being subversives and populists.
We accuse people of being
us. Thinking the world revolves around us.
Thinking that we only ever need to do good sometimes, or even once or twice,
to be fully and consistently good men.
Being afraid to say out loud
that we are fucking scared.
Maybe if you actually ran the country with empathy.
Maybe if you didn't make up circulation numbers, and deny people fair process.
Maybe if you actually fucking bothered to listen to Millennials, and Gen Alpha, and Gen Z.
But nah.
You do you.
Maybe I don't understand integrity.
Maybe I really am the one with an undiagnosed personality disorder.
Maybe I'm the one who has it all wrong:
I don't have an audience.
Nobody listens to me.
Nobody cares.
Nobody is reading.
Cheers to you,
with asaana, all the way from Accra:
if that's true,
then that makes two of us.
That makes it all the more possible, too,
that one day both of us will finally be free.