Anarchy

Oh, it's not?
 
Now wait a minute--
wasn't "anarchy" defined as :
 
A complete lack of governance, resulting  
in lawlessness, and
for some, a utopian society

(and also what happens if you leave
the toilet seat up, in my bathroom..)
 
So if there's no governance  
and no rules,
then it should be okay for me to drop kick
your yappy little dog.
 
Or walk into a store and take what I want
without paying
 
Or drive my car over your flower bed
because I feel like it
 
Or ...or...or...
 
There's no repercussions, so what's the big deal?
 
Oh, it hurt the dog and made you feel bad
when my boot met its muzzle.....
 
Ah,  perhaps then, anarchy isn't as Utopian  
as it's peddled to be,  
 
--and--
 
we can't be entirely lawless, and  
must have some self governance ....
 
(thereby causing the very definition to become
an oxymoron)
 
Maybe...
the Ten Commandments
aren't just a script for a Charlton Heston film..
 
God, himself has rules  
for playing in the sandbox , and
since I'm not God,
that's what makes me think twice
about kicking your dog.

 
Every time I see unfair rule and law
I want to express myself on city walls
Be a ghost, a host addicted to mayhem
But with galls bigger than mother fucKing Kong’s balls

I wouldn't give a damn and just bash and slam
Every verse be an explosion meant to vent
Rallying the masses to give them a voice
A middle finger in the air saying “fuck the government”

And once the crowds are compiled and riled
I’d light the fuse by taking to social media
Revealing every politician’s dirty little secret
People would get so pissed off it’d feel like virtual chlamydia

Then comes the mass hysteria
Everyone will be a mobbin’
Robbin’
Throbbin’ like a phallus up in the palace knobbin’
Because like an Orwellian rebellion
This Machiavellian hellion
Will expose anyone who’s been plottin’ and jobbin’

Before you clutch your pearls,
remember how we got here.
If you heed how history’s unfurled
you would withhold your jeer.

How many now are dead?
From the maze of red tape,
or the money they bled
for insurance’s rape?

A whole nation strangled
by billionaires’ boots,
behind a curtain star-spangled
as rot creeps through our roots.

There are few things anymore
that have no price tag.
Wilderness is lost to lore,
another victim of our flag.


So tell me elders please,
why should I let it go on?

So tell me corporate skeeves,
where has your honor gone?


The Right declared war on us;
desecrating the remains of democracy.
The Left has ignored us,
relishing in trademark hypocrisy.

A careful capitalist construction,
enslavement with hidden strings.
Now my vote is destruction,
to give revolution wings.

How easily we forget the scores
by whose blood, freedom was paid.
Not of men on foreign shores,
but our own kids and young maids.

Anarchy is no flippant choice;
its the result of oppression,
leaders quieting our voice,
now all that’s left is aggression.


So tell me, politicians,
why were we not heard?

So tell me, dear mortician,
where will it most hurt?