i could swear these protesters are moving in the wrong direct, there is no freeing of the body, there is only the freeing of the mind... and the freedom of the mind doesn't reside with politicians, they're already slaves to lies... can i say: d'uh? can i? can i? politicians are slaves: and let me tell you, if you think keeping tax return is hard... try keeping a lie(s): unless your tsar poker faced judo kgb something or other... he gets blessings from a 90 year old pensioner, in some wooden village in siberia, for having raised her pension interest... **** me... a saint! o.k., so you're trying to get to these people, what are you against? police, tear gas, etc. - i said! you're moving in the wrong direction! but no it's like: you wouldn't hit a wimpy kid, or a guy with glasses, would you?*

truth be told, i don't despise
the wealth of rich people,
nope, i'll have none of it,
careful planning,
and hard work went into
their endeavours - anyway:
who'd want to 20 toilets
in a house with its own
home cinema and a pool table...
when was the last time
they people actually went
into a bar?
              or met anyone
outside their butlers?
friends for money -
              i never understood
it, but fair enough...
    just imagine me:
green t-shirt, brown shorts,
no underwear,
     sandals...
    backpack...
   a monkish belt -
            a hobgoblin ruby
beer (what a beu!)
    in one hand, and a cigarette
in the other:
twelve year old girls
with cherry bums:
  god, when will the pear drop...
walking in pyjamas from
pizza-hut to their house
and then back again...
  after all, friday nights
               are for sleep-overs...
but
what i really do despise?
        middle-class opinions,
esp. opinions by the established
class of pompous journalists;
  i revile them more than
politicians...
   and what's stopping you
trashing the strongholds?
     ah, but then it wouldn't be
anarchy... no en masse
against the corporate mass...
obviously some poor *******
will have to fix a new window
in the shop...
    the people who these protesters
are "supposedly" defending
can't seem to see the always
obvious enemy: the middle-men,
in terms of politics?
   in england i can name them...
they write opinion articles
   after the actual news
  is given the hush...
   take the restaurant critic, for example...
  or the wine critic,
  or the critic of books, or music
albums?
           who's protecting them?
  you see riot police standing outside
their houses? no!
    are these the days when he can be honest
about the maxim: the pen is mightier
than the sword?
                    not when the pen is a limp ****'s
worth of opinion you can share
in private with someone you love...
    as we once used to do...
            a pen's a pen, a sword's a sword...
storming the bastille days are other,
as are the days of trashing the palace of
versailles...
         the whole christian movement
began 2000 years ago is making a *******
u-turn...
                what's next is the burning of
                      the alexandrian library...
and petty journalism has brought us here.