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.

we tug
at the ropes
and rail
at the rich
and curse
who's in charge
(the son
of a bitch)
but we relish
the order,
the pretense
of fair,
the promise
of safety,
the semblance
of care

and the rich man
is king
but strong arm would
reign
if we loosened
the hold
of our government's
chains

for the co-op's
a dream
in the anarchist's mind --
each gives of
himself
and keeps
his own time --
but power is
gold
and greed
is the way
and the
weakest
still suffer
if thugs
rule the day

we're all slaves
to the belly
and must work
to eat
no matter
the system
of government's
seat
so we cherish
and need
the relative
calm
and the semblance
of order
in government's
palm

 
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’