Capitol(ize)(ism)

Dripping with gasoline,
we chase unlit matches

fancying ourselves
a revolution to lead.

Bored of bliss, we band-aid
papercuts caused by the Constitution.

We pick sides &
romanticize blind loyalty:

a dangerous religion
when justice is tailored for Television.
I

Icestorm

VT

YWP Alumni

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