Revolution (For Jeremy)

Revolution

Revolution in four beats per minute.

Rap Rap Rap.

Knocking on my door.

who goes there. what for?

Oh! You want me to join in an army of one? Well I'll tell you son, I'm much too old for you and your revolution.

Let the earth begin to revolutionize my brain, let the birds sing a new song in my ear that disquiets my soul into action, into revolution from death and stalemate.

*and Socialism, also as a part of the exercise Jeremy and I had partaken of.

Socialism

socialism protects me from myself, it protects me from others harm.

warm warm blanket wrapping around my arms in an attempt to satisfy life and the machine.

they told me what to do. i chose otherwise.

thus i lay here in dust, in cold, in death- but yet i chose life. why?

tell me what to do, tell me how to do, tell me to just simply, plainly....do.

i wanted life and you gave me death.

now i sit here and wander, as the machine grinds, as the machine grinds.