Spark a revolution with me, my lovely revolutionary,
We'll make love on the edge of chaos, our bodies painted red,
Achieving orgasm as the puppets of momentous change,
The puppeteers are all named Solidarity and they are nude violinists,
And as your eyes roll back into your head, they sing:
"Occupy the world with your offspring, for the others are lost,
Occupy the world with your ideals, sparing no cost."
And you turn to me, bright-eyed and helpless in confusion,
"Don't they know Imagine by Lennon?"
"Hell, darling. Why wouldn't they know the National Anthem?"
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