Terrorist
I suited up,
and climbed my social ladder,
further up,
all the way
to the ceiling of
humanity.
Decrepit bastards
hanged by my tie,
wrinkled my blazer,
wiggled their butts
around my pocket.
"Have the world, "
I commanded.
Oh, the decrepit bastards
lolled
by my tie!
Shame on you!
I yelled!
Shame on you!
They whispered.
I had a gun in my pocket,
that I called liberty,
equality,
fraternity.
They had a bulletproof majority,
yet they clung.
Ah! Ha!
I suited down,
descended all the way to their midst
and said
"I will!"
And they did!
Burn...