October, Nineteen Eighty-Three?
I mind unstrongwise dates.
Notebook frontme, telescreen backme,
I think our doublefates,
Comrade Winston, facecrimefriend,
and mind you’re on my side.
I pen these crimeful words for you
that can’t be rectifyed.
They will remain unreaded, yes,
but inwise they will stand
repeatfuldreamwise in my mind,
that ungoodthinkful land.
I see you, Winston, see the jolts
of burning gin downthroat,
the unjoy as you eat that unflesh
in its vomitwise coat,
and when the telescreens outthrow
in vomitwise untruth
I see your unsmile backmask, since
we both unhave the proof.
But proof is there in our two brains:
Hold that plusstrongwise, friend!
Our brains are there in time and space,
a truth they cannot bend!
