Alright

Why always be the ones who lose
the ones who crave but cannot choose
the ones to sing out
godforsaken
revolutionary French tunes
to the ever echoing yet hollow sky...

the ones to change things
unwantingly

why choose red flags
black flags
uniforms and slogans
white Chink sellers of hash
green killer pills
nafta
tanks of thick skullbone control
eyeballs of peripheral
signals

why permutate Guevara

why not wear our own faces
no matter
if marginal
in the ever gliding panorama
parades of the giants

ever confronting fashions
rocks and folks
debates on midnite news endless

I love my ant suit better

why choose to crave or crave to choose
or live to permanently lose
what's obvious...

there:
nothing is ours so nothing
can be lost
alright