False God Disorder

I want to be an anarchist

I want to change the world, 

to fight for the freedom of others,

whilst my hedge fund quietly doubles, 

I can afford to be a hero,

an ‘eco warrior’, an arse, 

a hypocrite of the highest order

an instigator of hypocritical disorder,

you’re simply plasticine disfigured,

moulded by your fate

you’ve been chipped and numbered,

barcoded by the state,

and all these diverse opinions

you’ve spent an age quietly crafting

are nothing more than sound-bites

parroted by the ‘sodomites’

that parade their perversions 

right in front of your eyes 

“injustice” I hear you cry

whilst you quietly up the rent

to prevent 

those who pay your lifelong subsidy 

from tasting a sense of security 

carry on … continue 

don’t mind me,

you’re a hypocrite of the highest order

a victim of a ‘false god disorder’