The Radio


There he sat with the verve and purpose of a dead fish.


He was so hip, yet he couldn’t pay his phone bill.


“Did you have a good revolt today?” she asked. She was one of his best laid plans.


But now she was on the radio, telling him of a cause he should be into.


She was never really meant to matter.

But he wept as a woman for that which

he would not fight for like a man.


He only saw glamour in his rebellion.


He failed to see his cause.