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the chocolate donuts

have decided

through

their own

highly structured

committee system

to overthrow

the

oppressive

regimes of truth

and

establish themselves

as an

anarcho

syndicalist

commune

 

and

honestly

I swear I can

hear them

‘all praise to the anarcho syndicalist commune’

‘all praise to the anarcho syndicalist commune’

accompanied

by the

cacophonous

drum of

jungle music

rifle fire and

the obligatory

waving of

one thousand nine hundred and seventeen

red flags

 

 

 

 

and

honestly

I swear I can

see them

marching

marching

marching

goose stepping

circular citizens

with a

hammer and

a scythe

a whisper

and

a lie

and the clock

has struck

thirteen and

the rats

are coming for

Winston

 

and years and

years later

comrades

we shall

instruct

our children

on the

revolutionary

benefits of

lyric poetry

and

stage manage

all celebrations

with

child stars

whose

eyes are

always

ephemeral and

horizon gazing

and on

every shoulder

shall be

a draped flag

saluting our

glorious

non-yeast-like

hegemony