well you can tell by the way i move my feet
that i'm a genuine insurrectionary
it's a kind of nervous shuffle that
contrasts so well with bolshevik bravado.
And you can tell by the way i raise my hand -
not in a fist but for a question.

Take out your manifestos
and then put them away.
I implore you to ignore
every word i say.
And if my status as a figure
on a stage implies authority,
i hope my caution and my age belies
my humility, and will to take my rage
and try to turn myself
into a one-man landslide.

Let's kick it off with
a leafleting campaign and follow it up
with some public meetings,
Pressing flesh and kissing babies
as i smile and promise things
are getting better.

I am the party,
the apparatchik and the
grey bureaucracy.

I am the secret police,
manufacturing a constituency
that doesn't answer back.

I found these words in my bedroom
underneath old magazines.
And i found this voice
in my record collection -
distorting tapes kicked a___ysis awake.

You found this song
but you didn't question -
swallowed the sleeve but didn't see
my tongue inside my cheek.

I am the politburo,
but i am the velvet revolution,
a budapest kick from fifty-six
and so: let's all go hand in hand
to the local polling station
and make our own categories,
then vote for ourselves.

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