THE ANGRY ANARCHIST

Fuck this and fuck that,

fuck what? a voice asks,

fuck everything,

what have you got?

If it lies, cheats or steals?

Fuck you and the beast

it rode in on.

You say youth is fucked up

but you won’t take the rap

for twisting, distorting

and hey, fucking up.

Fuck you for diverting

the seeds of salvation

the child of your dreams

into harbingers of death

hate with no reason

except to line

your own pockets

with fruits of damnation.

Fuck you and your morals

the rules of contortion

shaped, shifted and shuffled

to fuck fools

with your scruples

while you dip their pockets.

Fuck you.