Great poem by S.L. Weisend

the revolution will be on tap

& leaked by an insider with a cloud of rusty hair & conspicuous absence of tan & antiperspirant
We will say, "he looks like an Amish terrorist", and wonder if real terrorists even own skinny jeans

The revolution will be revised
to fit the needs of the viewing audience/

It will be stapled to every tongue & fishhooked to every lip
Militants will even get to choose their own CAPTCHAs,
which will be inked to their outer hips, in case their hands are taken as prisoners

The revolution will use guns to convert people into data,
& the data will become immortal
No one (or zero) will ever die, not ever, never again
even the worst kind of syntax error will be saved to a file named HEATHEN.txt
The revolution will be(no)joke, at least(not)at first
& will be led by a people whisperer who does a lot of work with rats
His persuasive whip will sting with pleasure, and we will say,
"Wow, he is even better looking than Che Guevara

The revolution will be brought to us by MTV
THE WHO will be the opening act  (Who?
There will be small plates, microbrews, and exotic herbs to smoke
The sponsors will provide us with water guns, in case the trolls attack

There will also be an after party, so make sure to bring your combat flats

S.L. Weisend, © 2914