a modest proposal in poetry

What we need to do is
threaten to round up all the normals
and shoot them into the sun.

In three days,
everyone will have figured out a way
they’re not a normal
to get out of it,
so everyone will have to admit
there’s no such thing as a normal
and we can all move on.

Now you may say
“won’t new normals just re-emerge eventually?”
Sure.
We just repeat the process every year or two.
And have that sun missile ready.
Have that sun missile ready.
For the kind of people
who’d wanna be normal that bad.