Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Civil Disobedience

I started well with a punch up the portico

Followed through with a knee in the architrave

Gouged the reception area

(No Queensberry Rules for this baby)

But then weight and experience began to tell

And I was reduced to a pulp

Crushed by granite

Cut by glass

Buried by paperwork

All I’d done was prove again

The words of the bit player whose name you can never recall:

Take it from me

Kid, take it from me

You can't fight City Hall

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