Anarchist

Have you seen any of them?

You probably don’t

Fully shampooed and perfumed and then

What they will, they won’t

Perfect in hygiene, pearly smile

Toothbrush ready to go

Live with them for a while

And you’ll see the lower beanstalk they grow

For under the red riding hood

There hides the wolf within

Oh what lofty mess of the food

They leave uneaten to the level of sin

Suddenly there, suddenly not

Off looking for the next best deal

And when you’ve figured what rhythm they’ve got

They’ll break tune; Reality’s is just not real

Their message: I can do what I want

Their message: I won’t do what you want

Your message: Leave it and don’t flaunt

Their message: I win and you won’t

There are those who have shoulders

And there are those who have empty hands

The first ones carry the weight of the boulders

The second: frozen fixtures as they just stand

In your home do you see them as they dream?

But you might be the only thing that’s their reality

As they appear, how superhero like they seem

But they walk the tightrope that binds us all: fidelity.