Vamparasocial / The Faux Revolution

You scroll enough to find them,

someone new, 

enough of a difference from the

others that you

can sink your teeth within them and slowly

assimilate into them alongside the thousands 

of your kin. Let your hatred

for their wealth be the spark for your

faux revolution against the 

post-bourgeoisie.

Drink. Consume as not to 

be enveloped by your hypocrisy,

for it does not matter if you're 

a hypocrite. You have no limelight.

Believe yourself a revolutionary,

charge forwards past the screams

under rubble, past the famine

and horsemen,

and stick your daggers into the belly

of the true beast.

And as these and teeth are sheathed,

you hear the cries of damned children,

and believe them to be applause of

your bravery.