Friday, October 10, 2014
Idealists and Cut-purses.
The Tragic Flaw
The next revolution came too fast.
I had just gotten my uniform tailored.
"Get rid of that pot, you'll be a movie star!"
my supervisor cracked.
Now he's dead, and the uniform's forbidden.
We have to find old clothes, paying dearly
for them.
"This is the first example," laughed Causely.
“Après le Deluge, le Gouge! Therefore we no
longer must mouth Socialist Man! Now it's
Free Market! Doesn't that just give you a tingle?"
"There'll be more. Classes compulsory."
"Can't wait! Hey! This one might last shorter
than the last."
"I've hidden my uniform."
"Shhhh! Just be patient. Their thieves
are undermining them even as we speak.
Their tragic flaw."
Labels: "Free" Market, Left Revolution, revolution, Right Revolution, Socialist Man, thievery, tragic flaw
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Theory of Revolutions
-Song says "Ain't gonna study war no more"
and yet that’s what you do.
-Won't go away. It or me.
-What's latest model?
-Two. We ran them together.
-Let me guess. Revolution from the Left?
-Soaring rhetoric!
-But the follow-through?
-When the tumult and the shouting died,
women looked for steadier partners.
-And men?
-Dissolved into a massive lump of
bureaucratic suet.
-So, the more or less mushy moderate
nation of today. Bourgeois crooks, and
those they worship.
-Amen.
-I know you had to run the Right Upheaval too.
-Glowing goals! Clear and clean. Simple and
understandable.
-And the penalties, lucid?
-Most are so.
-Upshot?
-Firing squads for the least pure.
-And, then, for the middling immaculate too?
-In short, they killed themselves off. But the
anger trooped on.
-Over too many corpses to count?
-Precisely. When they declared victory, not
much left.
-But Anger. Lovely and sustained, it embraced
Mayhem upon the smoking piles.
-Yeah, Nation so weak, a foreign power marched in.
Monarchists. Now the Righties are too busy
reverently smooching their ass.
-Who says the vicious can’t become loving?
Labels: anger, Left Revolution, Monarchy, Right Revolution, war
