anarchistic delinquent

lack of caffeinated motivation to light shit on fire

i want to stir the pot but lack the ambition today

it is the deviant in me screaming for release from this procrastinating prison

need a partner in crime

an associate in misadventure

someone to kickstart the engine and get the bad times rolling

a coy look that promises pleasure and maybe a little pain if i beg nicely

a can of krylon and a banana bandanna

maybe a molotov cocktail or two

home in time for dinner still

priorities

then some punk rock while staring at the stars

modern day misanthropy for the most maligned monsters

one part ultra violence, one part no fear and six fifths sexual chemistry

shaken not stirred

over the weekend have an anarchist’s cookout

a communist many feast yo

the art of war meets the art of love on the cool grass

the scent of the world burning around us

societal collapse, industrial sabotage and full body orgasms

sky rockets in sight, anarchist delight

that sound just about perfect

anybody seen my bonnie

tell her clyde has the engine roaring and a full clip of bullets

let’s steal some shit tonight