Hey! hark at their coming, oi! quake at their bells:
We must laugh at our anger and still be angry.
- Carl Hancock Rux
it's those dastardly jobs that feed the Bourgeois Nation-State.
what dyou think you are doing! where do you think your work goes!
all clocked hours, all leisures feed the Bourgeois Nation-State.
it'll eat all progression, it'll use up your every ounce,
that repressively tolerant Bourgeois Nation-State.
o profane your enjoyments, o racist roundabout;
orgiastic job creation for the Bourgeois Nation-State.
o resist them do deny them please, Buy Nothing and bite back,
say boo to all its agents and flash them your arsecrack;
but o sweet cultural studies, o countercultural airs,
o student with that One Idea and intentions fair,
does your garden grow purely, organic, and innate?
does your ignored critique starve out the Bourgeois Nation-State?