My rebellion
has dwindled
into minor
stances
of impropriety.
I refuse
to mail out my
monthly bills
in a timely manner.
I refuse
sobriety,
I need nights
of dionysian
madness.
I refuse
to park properly
in the lot
at work.
I refuse
to allow
the utility company
into my basement to
read the gas meter.
I refuse
to wear socks
to work.
And as you are all
probably well aware
by now,
I refuse
to cut my
lawn on a weekly
basis,
I have grown fond
of the strandy
weeds crowned
with yellow
flowers.
Yes…
quite the
rebel you…
Have the Zapatistas
contacted you yet
to lead the next
insurrection?
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