little guevaras

we draw lines. moist graffiti on old buildings. we write that so obnoxious street poetry. we have long hairs and short skirts. we preach for the holly sweet tomatoes and the raw and fresh cucumbers. no funky instant dressing in our 100% ecological salad. we mock. we extract the vocals from the shriek of bombs. we rip and prick them swollen bellies with our compassion. we write the new Evangelia with a www. in front. we throw bottles in the crowd. plastic water wrapped in mineral bottles. we save ideas. such great jesuses we all are. we stick our crosses with sticky superglue and eat burgers. we give birth to great revolutions with a little help from a six pack. we suck red from a bloody marry. we point the finger but we have two others crossed. we have our little red stars on our t-shirts. and we don't stay on line to buy a loaf of bread. we screw the system. and we feel good. fuck it real hard in the ass. and feel good about it. too bad we can't see that the system is kind of gay and it kind of likes it.