WHO ARE THE LOVERS
Who are the lovers?
Harnessing theories on patriotism and greed
Overthrowing history
In the sordid bed of the past
If they move in next door
They will keep you awake all night
With hideous tales of Marx
And long winded theories
On the definition of their uniquely splendid lust
As the hours pass their ugly skins
Grow thinner
Until you can see the very bones of narcissus
They prefer to knock down the door
Of independence
With philosophy and great misfortune
They stand by the rivers of light
Pouring great heaps of joy
On the late night movie goers
And malignant survivalists
They refuse to believe
In the mounting edifice of lies
And choose to lie still
In the warm embrace of ignorance