molten words
of despair
pour onto
the legal pages
of politically
correct
rhetoric
burning down
through
the layers
of blank pages
reams of promises made
leaving the letters
that spell
occupy
going downtown
yes
gonna catch
the 6am bus
from the shelter
going downtown
to talk to the mayor
’bout the beatin’
i took
from
his
well
behaved
officers
hardly anyone
was hurt
is what you said
so i guess
i’m no one
to you
but i’m coming
downtown
just to let
you know
i’m
somebody
a mere scratch
on your way
of life
you’ve had
such inconveniences before
chicago
watts
those nasty
little scenes
over vietnam
oh
and
of course
civil rights
but
being the little trooper
you are
you’ve perservered
and now
this
occupy..something
thing
just another
surface wound
but
what if
it’s a
social
venom