THE ANARCHIST

And so it's people in particular that count
said the anarchist as he munched on a
sandwich that had me inside of it

Thunder lightning and the rain pounded the earth
shivering as it fell from the sky with the heavens
falling where relevance had stood on its head
juggling

Piercing cries of pain but he ran by
for he had a world to remake in a hurry
as minds were distributed
equally to show that all was democratic

by Andrew Karp
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