Why doesn’t everyone want to be a revolutionary?

I am a bouquet of firecrackers.

I am a light ray

one single photon.

I am a comet catastrophe.

I am a masterpiece.

Come and catch what I’ve got.

 

Apathy?

Self-pity?

 

I am a city with a 100 million lights per square mile,

Shining on the sun’s dial.

I am the slick on a sea gulls back.

The Texas Tea.

Yes, a masterpiece.

 

Come and catch what I’ve got.

 

Self-hatred and loathing?

A suicidal bomb waiting to be walked upon?

 

I am a revolutionary.

A masterpiece.

Come and catch what I’ve got.

 

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