after Barenaked Ladies
I know that someday we will win
and make the wealth hoarders pay-
pigs snorting out loyalty pledges
for the crowd while that one song
echoes lonely in their head because
there will never be anyone
with a million dollars again
and to celebrate I’ll take you
fully in my mouth and shout
through your engorged organ
from each according to his ability
to each according to his need! and yes
it’ll be a little muffled but
you’ll get the point and come
right then and there in harmony
with the tenor of my voice
until you forget there ever was
a nightmare named gender
or a tortureporn called poverty
and we’ll lie around naked
until the sun comes up and goes
back down again and fuck
so many more times
over a four-day weekend
while our lives are paid for by echoes
of everything taken from us.
