Compact gangs of anarchists count
their bombs, their bullets, their grenades
and they fling themselves into the vote
with the budget stolen as far as the bottom
the stupid populace corrupted heads vote
for them and with this they vote for their
own liquidation, for their own annihilation,
for their own extreme poverty, for their own escape
and after they sit in their chairs again
the cannibals begin to tighten the garrotte
around the neck of these monkeys that believe
that they have a space of survival. They’d
steal something too, but are unable
and clap their jaws.
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