What We Need

What we need
is another F*cking French Revolution
right on Hollywood and Vine,
and in the midwest.
What we’re missing
is Bolshevism,
is the fire in our bellys.
What we have
is glassy - eyed stares,
oooh, "that’s hot."
What we need
are the muskets, and knives,
and the wooden guillottine.
Assemble it,
set it up on Times Square.
Louise and Marie
had nothing on us
and our electronic lobotomy,
if the poor bastard had the internet,
and our pill called entertainment
he’d have kept his head.
Eat cake, indeed.
Regina Brett can kiss my white ass as far as I'm concerned. My brothers you and I are the present peasant class. The social, middle, present cash. Wake the Czar up! Roust him out of bed! Roust him! Roust him! Roust him and his entire family the f*ck out of bed! So, brainiac, so my enemy white liar, evil snake I don't feel you, or the games you play. What we really need is a new Russian revolution on Public Square, in Beverly Hills. But you, brothers, you are incapable of rising. Rise up! What we need you don't have. Fall of Rome.                                                                             Mark Wilson