Confessions Of A Futon-Revolutionist

Held like water in you shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demand
10 to 6 or 9 to 5
Trying, dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means
Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away
Survey some stunning tooth decay
Enlist the cat in the impending class war
Let’s lay our bad day down here, dear
Let’s make-believe we’re strong
Or hum some protest song
Like maybe «We Shall Overcome Someday»
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say I needed more than this
Say I needed one more kiss
We left that light on way too long now
Let’s plant a bomb at city-hall
Let’s kill an MLA
We’ll talk the night away
You call in sick, I’ll quit the word-games that I play
I swear I way more than half believe it when I say
That somewhere love and justice shine
Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear