Political Punk

Know it all, all knowing,
confident in passion and spirit.
Defining black and white,
there are no shades of gray.

Revolution!
Die! Die! You War Mongering Scum!
My LOVE will kill you.

Reason be damned.
In the name of peace you war.
In the name of war,
find peace.

Cock sure! Cock Gun!
Political Punk.
Passionate baby crying death.
Bloody demagogue, oh harlot of passion!

Gray matter, trigger finger,
firing synapses at the enemy.
Blistered lips punctuating the kills,
machine gun tongue…
HOT!

The battlefield is strewn with,
broken bloody pieces of logic,
pooling rivulets of reason,
amputated compassion.

Struggling for understanding.

Courageous soul.
What do you know?
Tenacious life grips your hot air!
Purchasing nothing,
 and falls to die upon your love.

Political Punk.
Your passion blade, sword of misery,
holds multiple edges.
It bleeds red, not black, white or gray.

The pendulums axis,
far left, far right.
Be still your tongue upon the chopping block,
from war to peace.

One more swing!