A Socialist Outside City Hall

Sitting on the stone bench outside City Hall in my red T-shirt, I watch for police. They will come, for I represent disorder, but for now only trash blows down the street.

With a pen in my hand and social justice in my blood, I am obnoxious. I ask questions. I agitate. It's my job to hold your ass to the fire, no matter how terrific or powerful your ass, no matter how much shit it can spew and how fine-smelling that shit. I believe in the people. Your example corrupts their essential goodness. You call it rugged individualism, but I call it selfishness. I call it exploitation. I am right. You are wrong. You want duality? You got duality.

Think you can bribe me? I keep a coin in my pocket to remind me what money can do. I keep a condom in my pocket to remind me what sex can do. I like to press the coin into the condom's circle. Money, sex, humanism.
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