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A few lines before I retire to bed ;)
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pyromaniac
anarchy
rebellion
subversion
all contained in a handful of unembellished words
give me liberty or give me death
thug life
don't tread upon me
do it at your own discretion... or as your common sense dictates
countries are like children who are here and then live and grow senile
as they take in other childrens' existence in
this
schoolyard and all are chanting for their favorites to prevail
as there are some bullies
some effeminate ones
some tyrannical ones
some successful ones
who demand a reply by virtue of the gloves they cast into the arena
yet i wish for everyone's happiness
perhaps one day we will lower the parapets
and barricades
put down the pipes and acid splashes
and coups
and omniscient eyes in the liliac skies to not shake hands or exchange gifts of pandas crowned ladies
but embrace our brothers and sisters
scold them for their shortcomings but
permit them to live
how idyllic and truly commendable remarks one
but i am
a realist
my confidant is named molotov and i will follow him to
wherever his fancy carries him
i am the pyromaniac the pyrophile i see clearly which flag is prettiest
and i am not necessarily a little man in disguise
i have razed vietnam
hiroshima
paris
fallujah
new york
london
rome
carthage
angkor wat
and that school bus in tel aviv
besides the alleys of belfast
and the suburbs of mogadishu
and addis ababa
and i am victorious in all i do for i am what people truly cherish and adore
so take your rock gardens and volumes of verse and retire to a spa
you may rant and rave about me but your taxes
are my lifeblood
and it is throbbing in my veins in ruby rivulets of vitality
you are not ineffectual
you are a "dissenter"
so dissent my friend for you know machetes are poised to strike
if you move your self-righteous pinky
how then do you propose to challenge or reform me?
as i sat there thinking with a furrowed brow
i felt as if truth had been spoken but
i was convinced that ideals should
be followed instead
i grew mute and looked lovingly
at my weapon in the corner
anarchy
rebellion
subversion
all contained in a handful of unembellished words
give me liberty or give me death
thug life
don't tread upon me
do it at your own discretion... or as your common sense dictates
countries are like children who are here and then live and grow senile
as they take in other childrens' existence in
this
schoolyard and all are chanting for their favorites to prevail
as there are some bullies
some effeminate ones
some tyrannical ones
some successful ones
who demand a reply by virtue of the gloves they cast into the arena
yet i wish for everyone's happiness
perhaps one day we will lower the parapets
and barricades
put down the pipes and acid splashes
and coups
and omniscient eyes in the liliac skies to not shake hands or exchange gifts of pandas crowned ladies
but embrace our brothers and sisters
scold them for their shortcomings but
permit them to live
how idyllic and truly commendable remarks one
but i am
a realist
my confidant is named molotov and i will follow him to
wherever his fancy carries him
i am the pyromaniac the pyrophile i see clearly which flag is prettiest
and i am not necessarily a little man in disguise
i have razed vietnam
hiroshima
paris
fallujah
new york
london
rome
carthage
angkor wat
and that school bus in tel aviv
besides the alleys of belfast
and the suburbs of mogadishu
and addis ababa
and i am victorious in all i do for i am what people truly cherish and adore
so take your rock gardens and volumes of verse and retire to a spa
you may rant and rave about me but your taxes
are my lifeblood
and it is throbbing in my veins in ruby rivulets of vitality
you are not ineffectual
you are a "dissenter"
so dissent my friend for you know machetes are poised to strike
if you move your self-righteous pinky
how then do you propose to challenge or reform me?
as i sat there thinking with a furrowed brow
i felt as if truth had been spoken but
i was convinced that ideals should
be followed instead
i grew mute and looked lovingly
at my weapon in the corner