To write from the gutter to the pavements to the rooftops to the high heavens above
To **** whoever we want to love
To let the ink flow whichever way it wants to flow be it up or down
Or to the direction of the city sound
To spray obscenities in bathroom stalls and government walls
To wear nothing at all
To sing songs bout a woman loving another woman in her philosophy class
with long locks and red lips and a huge ***
To read books bout smoking cigarettes in the summer air
About sticking flowers into our hair
To drink ***** till everything is on fire
To look into the President's eyes and shout LIAR YOU ******* LIAR
To get tattoos of dead revolutionaries and their lovers
Who ****** them on top of city maps and uprising plans and table covers
To make art out of abandoned houses and dried up lakes  
To build jailhouses for all the fakes
To shout and sing and **** and write and paint and live as we wish
To go sleeping only when life has run out of bliss