Between Punkerslut and
the Endeavour Forum
Some Poetry and the Like
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Intermission, Part 1
... If my pen could speak it wouldn't say a word
only just weep a silent weep not a peep to be heard
If my heart could sing it would be a silent tune
one only an anarchist could hear while gazing at the moon
My feet drag a dance in half step to the beckon of thy thoughts
while my eyes roll lazily revealing all that is not
I cannot go on deceiving thee with all that is fine
payment for enjoyment certainly has not a heavenly shine.
Organized altruism is a prestidigitarian trick
where your money goes is not to feed the sick
It's a political pit just shoveling in shit
Feeding the hungry with the propaganda they spit
Pokemonic? I remember they once saying
What a joke for that I must start praying?
A spent day on your knees I'm afraid
cannot save a life from the diseased they've made
So I point my pen like fingers at oui/we
myself and I are also guilty that includes me
The actions I make we decide our fate
We must stop starving ourselves, It's liberty at stake!
A band-aid fix for hunger will only get us through the day
To slay the political beast of burden would be a savory buffet.
Intermission, Part 2
This world was built on love and peace
the golden fleece our elbow grease
the time is now for hate to cease
Our brain is our crown
So don't govern it down
Solidarity is red, no fear, no dread
We wont be mislead with equality ahead
No time to wait, So fuck all the hate
Anarchy can be the anti-state
not a moment too soon
and not a moment too late!
"...we are not the upholders of any particular method of organization. We are only concerned to demonstrate that expropriation could be effected by popular initiative, and could not be effected by any other means whatever."
--Peter Kropotkin, 1892
"The Conquest of Bread," Chapter 6, Part II