Sorry punk, not an anarchist
Nor am I a dirty communist
I don’t believe that we’re all the same
And deep down neither do you
Don’t have a need to affiliate
When most of you I already hate
No desire to join a team
Of lying, bankrupt fools
Drink sewage from the Marxist cup
Dream of death camps and trampled speech
Mapped out on your iPhone apps
In between marches and insipid chants