Occupying Anarchism

[alice wellintown]

When still a college girl I drank to great cheer and had such a vision
of the street where a few enjoy the power and privledge of law and in
my stuper I yelled with anger that anarchy is just and when a bloody
brawl broke I bounded and behind a bar I coward till the madness ended
and stumbled still stinking of fear and beer to my conrad course and
there an ironic tale unfolded, for I had not yet finished the
desperate tale and knew not what a gun and a boat might write in the
soft heart.