ANARCHIST'S LOVE SONG

the slander-mongering-propagandist-prophet scrolls

bold words

with hooligan-colored crayons

and calls it scripture

 

the media-stained-icon-self-proclaimed-virgin-saints

preach a gospel of blind submission

as we cry tears of blood

and bear the marks of crucifixion

 

i receive their sacraments

but they do not sit well in my stomach

i am uneasy as i attempt to worship in their temple

forcing myself to recite their liturgy

 

but silently

i sing the hymn i know to be true:

 

freedom

is a luxury of the rich!

 

liberty

is a byproduct of going to the right schools!

 

equality

is just a word

spewed by life-raping-politicians

in those infinitely-oppressive-void-moments

when it is clear that they have nothing to offer

but a sad need to make promises.

 

and all elections are stolen!

 

tell me once more how you feel our pain

when you have government

and we have cheese

 

freedom is more than choosing our oppression!

 

you want freedom?

refuse to run to the food dish

when the perjurious-hope-pusher calls from the kitchen

as he taps on a can of tuna!

 

you want equality?

refuse to pull yourself up by the invisible bootstraps they say you have

and pull them down by their wagging tongues!

 

you want justice?

bite that carrot-dangling-government-pensioned-prostitute on the a*s

when he squats over you to do his business!

 

because there are only two truths:

the fat cat eats and

the fat cat excretes -- 

and there’s only one thing that trickles down

in the litter box where i live

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[The Archangel Gabriel]

What do you expect out of Hell on Earth? Good points, however!

-Gabe