Resisying
Tyrannical Government
.
Why don't we all
strap bombs to our chests,
And ride
our bikes to the next G-7 picnic?
It seems easier
with every clock tick.
But whose will
would that represent?
Mine? Yours? The
rank-and-file's?
Or better yet:
The Government's?
But I don't want
to catalyze or synthesize,
The second Final
Solution.
I don't
want to be the Steve Smith of the Revolution.
Do you see the
analogy?
We're the
Oilers. The World Bank- the Flames!
And just 2 minutes
remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series!
Yeah, Jesus saves!
Gretzky scores!
The workers slave.
The rich get more.
One wrong move
and we risk the cup.
So play The Man,
not the puck.
Why don't
we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory,
Of the machines
that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
And yes, I recognize
the irony,
That the very
system I oppose affords me the luxury
Of biting the
hand that feeds.
But that's exactly
why priviledged fucks like me,
Should feel obliged
to whine and kick and scream
Yeah, until everyone
has everything they need.
