We are the apartmen in our apartments, locked in apartmentheid of the soul
Each of us both cage and caged, we perpetuate our roles
In hotels & in hovels, inessential & in pain
This pathogeneration lurches through a life of death in vain.
Crippled by regimen in our regiments, regimental illness, restlessness
With designer psychoactives for the strain,
Every one number and numberer, we get numb and number
As our duties utilize and brutalize our brains.
Television tells a version: arrestless nights & pleasant daze,
Shiny happily-ever-afterlife; but!
Though clad shackles of silver, or bracelets of steel

We've all got every reason to deny what we feel
We still know all this nothing for what it is:
A nothing to lose but our chains.
So WE say:
Law and order? OUTlaw and DISorder!
Rhyme and reason? CRIME and TREASON!
Peace and quietism? FUCK-THA-POLICE and RIOTISM!
Tradition? SEDITION!
Production?
DE
-FUCKING
-GODDAMN
-STRUCTION!
This we proclaim to you, mothers and fuckers,
Motherfuckers and brotherfuckers!
Beautiful rather than dutiful,
Impulsive and imperfect,
Deviant and defiant,
Militant and dilletante,
We brethrenegades and re-sisters,
Lady killers and insurgentlemen
Contest the constraints of contest
That our masters would impose upon us.
We know there is no capitalism without us capitalizing and capitulating,
We know a new NO! that knows no bounds.
No more inertia, inaction, domestification-
We demand pure ertia in action, domiciles we can run wild in
Instant gratification and permanent revolution!
Abolish apartmentheid! Reinstate regicide!
And the critics mumble.
Would you,men of letters and bloodletters, counsel patience, decorum, to the tenants of death row?
Or you, soda pop stars, Coca-Colonizers, idiots and idolaters insidious and inimical, Celebritney Spears, John Lenins and Paul McCarthyists alike, would YOU teach us to love ourselves?
Your targeted audiences and demographic violence, breadlines and product lines- discontinued.
Sorry, you are not a winner!
Your laws guarantee us the right to remain silent, the right to a fair trial, all those rights we have no use for-
What about the right to live life like we won't get another chance, to fall in love under the fireworks and duke it out with the pigs, the right to squat on a foreign cliff pissing into the mist of dawn?
Would you trade that for trade?
Bombgod nickledime mind!
You wouldn't be caught dead alive, and don't worry, you won't.
Invest in the present or relinquish its gifts!
Or you, peacekeepers and promise keepers- would you slaves of slaves teach us about justice, or at least a lesson?

Know then that we keep our heads, even at the guillotine!
We'll live to see your children razed by wolves: us!
And you, economicist murderers, each one murdererer than the last, would you work our fingers to the buried bone?
Dam your bloody sewers of gold- injustice triumphant!
We are not merchandice or mercanaries- we are not products that sell themselves!
You talk about earning and meriting in the same breath, and offer us high-interest loans and minimum wages,
But WE'LL GET WHAT WE DESERVE- thanks in advance!
Heretics, fugitives, civil disobedients and less civil dissidents,
Universal aliens, refugees from and of all nations,
Passionate nihilists, solipsist Samaritans,
Uncontrollable, ungovernable,
Godless and ungodly, unruled and unruly:
We were born to die of hope, taking you with us.
So RISK FOOD- harvesting machines leave half a crop to rot,
Junk another quarter in the dumpster: feasts waiting for celebrants!
RISK ROOF- to be free in the night together, no matter whose bed!
RISK FREE- because nothing is, naturally, least of all security.
Therefore ask not what freedom can do for you- ask what you can do for free.
Start with one spine and stars. Bombgod gets the living dead.
And so, henceforth:
We are the experimen, and experiment
We will change the world, or perish with it-
For it's better to look back upon times like this
And remember being a failure than a jailer or accomplice.