I chose my field Because I could not choose my world And I needed answers. Tell me what it is That makes people do the things they do. Answer me, Mr. Durkheim Explain to me My drowning anomie. Society a mystery Proportions Beyond my reaching ken. “Tell me how To bear myself” In a world that seems To work on a schemata Stolen from a game The love child Of dominos and Russian Roulette. Tell me, Max, About my Ethic My country’s worship Of the Capitalist God. Swallowing whole the myth of meritocracy. I spit it back up and choke. Sociology my religion, For my faith Shaken by the Spirit No Holy Ghost here Just student loans. Explicate for me, Monsieur Foucault, Why I love women, This thing So instinctual That society would Could Does Punish me for. My heart my own Panopticon. My Discipline This thinking, ticking academia, Allows me to live. I see cruelty and crime Untangle them as best I can with Merton and Sutherland Bentham and Lombroso. I watch the oil barons Look at the President Wonder about what makes a criminal And ponder the dominance of power. Dear Karl, It seems like it should be Another way around. I am ready for a change.