Challenge: Make 2 lists — 10 things you hate and 10 things you crave. Then mix them all up in a poem.
Declaration of Independence
Like cigarette butts tossed out of car windows, laughter’s release will set us free, free to wave our confederate flags over summer’s bright territory, signaling to all those patriarchal gits we love so much to dress in their very best, to invest in funky new hair cuts -- because, my friends, WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED, no, it’s our time to blaze, to say you can’t look away from our brilliance as we quaff ambrosiadillas by the shining river, roll naked in the grass, mad, baring our chicken livers to a holy sun, massaging the piriformis pain from our collective asses with its golden fingers, melting us into glorious show holes and happy endings, knitting us together into sanctified sand and gentle breeze and waves of love that rise up to drown April’s bone eating cold in daffodils and lilies -- I tell you we will surf capitalism’s fickle internet as long as it takes to spend all our time with sacred children; we will play phone games in “democracy”’s wall to wall construction traffic; we will lick ice cream in the endless burgermeister meetings our enemies have designed to suck our very souls from our tired asses -- we will devour this their corporate shit and call it chocolate!
