Hardcore Commie Love, The Beat Goes On

Anarchist poetry.

Hardcore Commie Love

I went to a communist bookstore,
And asked for a copy of "Steal This Book",
But, was escorted to the door,

And informed they were fresh out.
So, I went to the anarchist website,
To complain the damned commies,

Have No Love for revolutionaries,
And, was booted off right away!
I told a hard-nosed pragmatist,
That Babylonian slapstick, is all lowbrow,
And, he looked at me as if I had never existed.

I visited a Taoist website seeking enlightenment,

And, they booted me off for repeating lame jokes!
I've seen all good people turn their heads each day,
So Satisfied, I'm on my way.
Just call me ignorant, but its my family tradition,

To never participate in anyone’s lowbrow slapstick,

Involving no less than billions of comedians,

Who, don’t even consider themselves funny!

The Beat Goes On in The Country of the Blind!

The beat goes on, in the country of the blind!

Discovering humility in Libertarian Paradise,

Is as unlikely, as discovering a hen with teeth!

In reality, reality remains stranger than fiction,

Might as well be True for all practical purposes!

In the far away land of the country of the blind!
Drums keep pounding, a rhythm to my brain,

The mad shaman, dancing around the fire!

While the beat goes on the beat goes on,

Prepared minds are prepared to open,

The heart alone yet beats in silence!

Remaining hidden in the darkness,

Our love and humor, may survive!

The beat goes on, the beat goes on,

The Charleston, was once the rage,

But, forever history turns the page!

Charging to censor the mass media!

Charging to censor the online trolls!

Charging to censor, your workplace!

Charging to all spin the news for you.

Charging extra to know the real score,

Charging to stop, obnoxious robocalls,

Charging to keep all the wolves at bay,

Charging to chase off anyone homeless!

Charging to clean up everybody’s trash!

Charging, to keep any trash out of sight!

Charging to bill everyone, for their bills!

Charging to silence, anybody protesting!

While, the beat goes on, the beat goes on!

Drilling a migraine, right into our brains!

Beat cops beating up their neighborhoods,

Still pounding away at everybody’s skull!

Pepper spray, is so much more photogenic!

Choreographed, all in the name of freedom,

Heads all pounding, to the endless rhythm!

But the beat goes on, the beat continues on,

Forming their own line dance, in goosestep!

Dancing just as fast as is humanly possible,

Pausing, only to collect everyone’s cameras!

Perfecting the moonwalk you could stumble,

Positive only guilty feet ain’t got no rhythm!

Goosestepping down roads, all paved in gold.

It ain’t my revolution if you can’t dance to it!

But the beat goes on, the beat always goes on!

The drums of war, never inspire graceful steps.

Marching to the sound of a different drummer!

Listening to the voice of any regimented muse!

In the faraway land of the country of the blind,

Freestyle dancing is always carefully regulated,

Dancing by yourself is the only real alternative!

So long as privacy remains on sale, at Walmart!

AI and quantum computing, are the next big thing!

Freedom, on sale now at Walmart, at low-low prices!

Whenever reality TV and Professional Wrestling are real!

In Libertarian Paradise its illegal to vote for Mickey Mouse!

And the beat goes on, the beat goes on, without any end in sight!

Eternally drilling a whole through my mind, brain, psyche, and soul!

You say you want a revolution, you know, we all want to change the world!

Because without heart your revolution ain’t nothing but another angry mob!

Listening to the Libertarian Paradise Gravy Train may only rot your brain!

(Sony and Cher, Emma Goldman, George Michael, Beatles)