When we shed all our clothes.
When every nipple
smiles.
When every chest
heaves in fresh air.
When every snatch
glistens to the sun.
When every cock
flops with use, not longing.

Is this the Great Society?

Feel the answer
in your loins.

What may I do to initiate it?

Masturbate in public.
Naked, loudly.
Accentuate your manual motions.
Don’t merely put your hand down your pants,
but remove your pants
so that cool air kisses your buttocks
and a windstorm stimulates the tunnel.
Don’t just jerk; be creative.
Hump mailboxes, busses, manholes of the sidewalk
Block traffic as you hump the street itself.
If cars honk,
blow semen on their windshields.
if they maneuver around your body,
rape their exhaust pipes as they fly away.
If people stare
enlighten them by spanking yourself with screams of delight.
If they avert their eyes,
fuck them in the eyeballs until one of you goes blind.
If they shield their eyes,
seize their hands, throw them upon your cock, and rummage in a frenzy to protest their censorship.
If the police come,
come on their boots.
If their sirens sound,
match them with your ecstatic wails.
If they ask you to dress yourself,
shit on your clothes.
If they demand that you stop,
take their billyclub and sodomize yourself with it.
If they bridle you with handcuffs,
tell them it’s kinky, and request that they spank you with a leather glove.

Okay, master. I shall do as you speak.