Academic Naffdom

He had a nightmare, sort of.  He was charged

With setting up a new department of

Some sort of sociology.  Enlarged

It might become Surreal, a Dalí^* dove

(Because so mild and boring, useless, doomed

Because not science) filled with footnotes to

Deceive as if like physics lately bloomed

With lack of any empirical true,

Convincing facts.  The offices and halls

Would fill with students and professors blank

As bibliographies by Stepford dolls,

Like all pretence as sort of painting prank.

  A sleeper cannot quite escape from dreams

    Like these except by open-mouthed Munch screams.

~ Phillip Whidden

*Or Magritte