Why don't we sing this song all together: potatos

Totalitarians really love motley metaphors, macerated in trope, hyperbole, and the mundane: 1) super man 2) sun 3) leader 4) life But of course Lenin was dead when the film was made. Filleted by chef Stalin and served to the people: Zharkoye for the starving. Long ago the sun had set: his brain ruptured in what would be the death throes of his revolution's sunrise. I told you they love the remixed mix-up metaphor, so why shouldn't I? And the masses, they eat it all up. They lick their plates clean: A) potatos B) mindlessness C) sunshine Love equals mindless devotion as the buried tuber loves the sun. Or are they eaten? Flesh picked from their bones by the Party? Maybe I don't understand because I'm not a totalitarian matre d' or a dirt farmer or a canibalistic star sending out rays to be thoughtlessly absorbed and converted, eventually, historically, emphatically to vodka or maybe it is because I am not a potato? Stick boys Stick