baby, you/re an anarchist/

so you don/t listen when I say Chesterton/s got something to teach you/you preach at me while dangling off bridges/I nod enthusiastically while silently unscrewing your caribiners and cutting the cords holding up your banner hoping maybe it will whip through the thick air and wrap you in wrathful plastic that plummets and plunges you deep into the putrescence of the North Saskatchewan/(breathe)/It/s not that I don/t agree with your message/in all likelihood the tar sands probably are evil/most things are/evil that is/all I want you to hear is/fuck you I recycle/and every time I drop a plastic bottle into that bottle green bin I am reminded that I don/t matter and it/s not enough/we are insignificant specks/dust motes but smaller/nothing and no one and nowhere/yeah you hate the man and the man hates you/I hate you/you/re yelling anarchy with your tongue out/that shock rock hand signal morphs into the Spock sign and fuck I/m confused so I suggest that if you're such a hard-core environmentalist shouldn/t you just kill yourself/no waste then/sustainable living without the living/hahaha/you don/t get it and tell me that my attitude is destroying the world/so again/fuck you I recycle/it/s just that Molotov cocktailing my local Starbucks won/t do shit but make me late for school/I want to tell you all of this but you/ve got the monopoly on righteous rage/and my voice is gone anyways/ dry and dust-clogged from misuse because baby/all I ever do is sit alone in my room and read Chesterton/cough brine out of my lungs and dream of the nihilists taking over your world