Generation struggle.
Class struggle.
Sexual struggle.

May all children
issue the following ultimatum to their parents:
Fuck you.
If you don’t fix society
if you don’t abandon your greedy capitalist endeavors
then we’re not gonna take it
we will cease to obey your authoritarian whims
we’re gonna become Twisted Sisters
grow our hair long
move to new, ungentrified Bohemia
contrive renegade culture
and live together
love each other
without you.

May all workers
issue the following ultimatum to their bosses:
Fuck you.
We made your wealth.
We will immediately cease your benefit.
We will destroy all your property
until you relinquish the means of production
for We Are the means of production
we do not need you.

May all women
issue the following ultimatum to manhood:
Fuck you.
That is to say, fuck yourselves
for we shall not fuck you until
you relinquish hegemony of political, economic and social constructs
until testosterone is banished from foreign policy.
Cease to settle disputes of masculinity
with bombs, lowly cowards
bucks courageously bang antlers
face to face, whilst you push buttons
separated by oceans.
We are the moon, we move the oceans
and until you come together in peace
we shall give you no orgasm.
Capital is no more than an extension of your phallus;
if it isn’t big enough already
Live with it.
Marriage is but patriarchal dominance
an institution of shackles breaking the bold spirit of love:
no more; if you comply,
as your libido will force you to
(for not even the civilized bisexual Greeks could resist Lysistritas before us)
we may fuck once again, but never marry
monogamy skewers freedom and autonomy.
It shall not be.

Struggle, Struggle
produce tension
until the order snaps
and we may be led forth
by society’s conscience

the children
idealists, lovers
the world shall hover,
the poets
the artists, the sincere critics
and those who no mere man could mimic,
the schizotypal platypi.