Marxism For Dummies 8

Marx and Spencer Were I to tell you what I think of Spencer (the middle-manager, without the “man”, and vilest cockroach since the world began), my poem would incense the meekest censor. But when our hands in insurrection join, we arm ourselves to take back what is ours, red banners streaming from the highest towers, my first clip’s going straight in Spencer’s groin. Don’t tell me that we’re going to do it clean, that revolution’s flawed unless it’s surgical. Old Shakespeare knew (and why not get liturgical?) let slip the dogs, you get mujahideen. Drag Spencer out and bludgeon him to death. Revenge, and not reform? I’ve seen Macbeth.