Smash TV screens
One million pieces
Spread to the wind at dawn
Douse radio speakers in ice water
(snap crackle *POP*)
Firebomb roadside billboards
Torch cubicles, and a lamp
Shred a few shoes
Topple satellite dishes
Call in bomb threats
To foreign dreamshops
Abduct politics at gunpoint, then
Mail it back to the fan clubs
In a thousand more pieces
Take out hits on Bollywood actors:
"Terminate with extreme prejudice"
Hook fashion models on heroin
(if they aren't already)
Reduce flashbulb icons
To street walking struts
In the dead of winter
Make it all into
a web based reality TV show
(we love watching
people suffer on-screen)
Shave the skulls of newscasters
At the hook of a torchblade
Assorted talking heads
Force them to read aloud
passages from the Anarcho-Gita
Liven up their shit eating grin
Plastered to their plastic kin
Scrap up the peddler to sing out
Hedonism/apathy soundtracks
Flood grocery aisles, mall outlets
Stalled elevators, phone lines
Reception rooms, garage pits
Theater lobbies; bomb
Public arenas
With soothing ambient loops
Of tonal cues
Positive affirmations aplenty,
Instead restore reading room
To padlocked souls
Through intricate terrorist network
Of merry fire-poppin' pranksters
('Turn that frown level down, infidel!')
Subvert entire mind control apparatus
Bring neon Leviathan crashing down
Their shiny bloody driveway
Don't let them in your head, don't let
Them in your head, don't
Let them in your -
*BOOM*
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