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.