Formula

Go to the end
Of the red store.
Whistle in frenzy
Wearing arm band,
Holding club.

Turn to the church.
Kill the priest.
Smash Icons.
Roll naked
In broken glass.

Capture the T.V.
With rifles and truck.
Scream: The truth.
Let your words shatter
Electric stress.

Swig power like whiskey.
Kill generals who won't
follow you and worship
Palaces and crowds,
Twisted steel and nausea.

Send steaming missiles
Across the oatmeal sky,
Playing sun-god,
Sponging up the pools
That you came from.