O revolutionary tweet
inspiring all your friends to “like,”
pour the energy of Che and Mao
into the vacuous vat of now
where stencil slogans compete
with eyebrow pencil ads,
someone’s vacation in Macau,
and the moment’s online fads.
Then when Mubarak falls,
Or Gaddafi, or Hussein,
you can say the masses spoke
with condemnation plain
in ways so user-friendly—
then have a sip of Coke.
And if a Morsi should appear
after different masses speak,
you’ll have the chance to re-revolt
for the remainder of the year,
or week, from a loft in Boston town
or penthouse in Bel Aire—
Another tyrant to thumbs-down
from a soft and comfy chair!
Vent disapproval from afar
like a drone strike from thin air.
Scrivner's Pyre 