Pensive Patriot (or, Revolution is a Young Man’s Game)

Twenty five years ago

I was all for revolution.

My insular world

made numbers

seem larger (one always feels part of the majority in a group of like minds)

Life goes on,

realization that nobody

actually cares (except for themselves and commodities)

a thread of apathy

running through our

fabric of indifference…..or some such thing…..

They (it’s always THEM!)

are counting on

perfunctory populist thought….or lack thereof….

It was THEM!

slowly stealing our country

as we turned a blind eye

to mediocris endeavors.

D.C. looks like WCW (or Adult Swim)

puffing, posturing,

saying nothing,

and doing less…..or nothing more than required…..

Meanwhile….

Our myopic eyes

feed on pseudo-reality

and bastardized journalism,

genetically modified organisms

eating what little

grey mush remaining

in the flickering glow of

PRIMETIME…..

WE NEED REVOLUTION! 

I am for revolution,

but a one man revolution

is considered

nothing more

than terrorism

by THEM,

at best,

a sure quick death,

(or folding Whitey Bulger’s laundry

after a romantic walk in the yard…)

And I’m not sure

I care that much

anymore…

Besides,

revolution is a young man’s game….