"Revolution Atrophy"
by Taylor Sutton
No
I will not march in your damned parade
For this Predator-Nation cemetery-charade
I’ll not be a slave to your scripture and patriotic conceit
This counterfeit fiefdom for the freedom of thieves
And your pointless origami of epic decay
Force-fed poets still search for such words
To describe our lies in subliminal sighs
To disguise the uprise of the MTV generation
The anarchy of youth, eternal Justice and Truth
Available in medium or with a side of large fries
Too lazy for heroics, an all t-shirt rebellion
For gradual change for the par-minimal hype
Of drone riot upheavals in six delicious flavors
And rockstar biblecamps of the Pharmaceutical Savior
We sons and daughters of a Nintendo insurrection
Revolution atrophy for the pandemic infection
Mercifully forgotten, the mental furniture of Freedom
Of grassroots Apathy and the I-Pod revolt
The standardized viewpoints of aggrandized Ctrl
And a beautiful autumn it shall be
When Nature strips us of our proudly colored leaves
When all around comes finally crashing to the ground
A lovely fall indeed, bathed in flames of cowards all.