Rebel and be a rebel,
revel in the lunacy of righteous indignation, disassociate yourself from all forms of democracy, practise what they preach and find yourself a vacancy, march along with vagrants making history and smash the monuments to aristocracy.

be a drone, listen to the sugar coated words in advertising, phone your mum at home, bite the bullet, leave the scabs alone.

A pension when you’re ninety two will do you nicely.

Leave the corps of corpses to their parliament, vote with gusto, be intent on being spent before you’re done, think only this of fun, it’s not for you, not for the likes, the lookalikes, the wannabe,
you wanna march with me?
or not?

© 2015, John Smallshaw.