Permanent Revolt

Dispatched by the sheepish muzzle

of a fairy-like majority,

inside, I poisoned its bowels

Now there's only me, the minority

who lacks social comment

and grabs all its accessory

which is total-loss and bent

Liquefied I'm more than a voice

nested in your pores

but my sounds drowned, evaporated

in the smell of your colossal corse

Permanent revolt

Spitted out by the cumbersome beast

called fairy-like majority

outside, I celebrated its last whim

The survivor's me, the minority

who searches for social comrades

to rebuilt this society

after a model of soviets

Glorified I'm more than a voice

to surpass roof sirens

but my sound swelled, exploded

in the stammering of silence

I'm part of another majority

and beg for opposition

which comes from minority

that's zealous for transmission