Poetic Terrorist

“Poetic Terrorist”
10/22/2007

I am a poetic terrorist and I am hijacking your minds for my own agenda!
I have a loaded diction bucket and I’m not afraid to use it.
I have explosive idealism strapped to my chest and a hair trigger prose detonator in my hand.
I have ten pounds of B-4, C-Here, and U-Should placed strategically around the room.
I have a tactical rhetoric nuke locked on and ready to unleash an over-thought, belligerent firestorm of Larkin proportions.
I am an Angry Young Man and I’m ready to become a literary martyr for my cause.
My demands are simple and must be meet before I blow an opinionated crater in this intellectual, egalitarian moon.
Open your minds.
Open your hearts.
Open your eyes.
Heed the Call of the Pen and the Paper.
Bang on the minds of the ignorant, the deaf, and the blind and rattle the senseless masses with your wordsmithing.
Scream from the cerebral rooftops that we will use any means necessary to be heard.
And write until your fingers bleed, your creativity runs dry, and your words have been heard.
These are my demands and if they are followed, I will release your minds one at a time, saturated in my opinions but otherwise unharmed.
For even though I am a poetic terrorist, I promise to keep my word.