nakedness for the hell of it

They call it revolution
whenever the guns come out
pitch forks and IED's
pointed at the armoured knights with software underbellys,
tight security for their lily white Achilles heels.
They stay away from the front unless the front goes to them,
statistically unlikely but it does happen.
Anyway they're prepared, they've been practicing how to grunt for the cameras.

Shift down to the lower end of the hierarchy pole,
(it needs the grease of the blowhards with links to good dictionaries,
you know---to explain things.)
there you'll find the wage slaves worrying about the mortgage.
When the war component of the the market system is called in to smooth out market dysfunction
there you'll find baby faces in camouflage and khaki
and there you'll find an in- the-rough revolution.

Desperate people degenerate and sometimes regenerate
falling into fertile fields with flowers as far as the eye can see and fragrances heavy with hallucinations
but watch out for the falling thoughts that don't.
Getting back to the market: everything you need to know you learned in that nursery rhyme that comes like spit in the face;
after reading it aloud 100 times in a row you're
ready to pull the loose thread on the fabric;
nakedness for the hell of it.