burn baby burn

the jury
doesn't go your way.
so you
fill up a bottle
with gasoline
and throw it at
a cop
car, or a building.
you break
the big store window
and put a flat
screen tv
on your shoulders.
55 inch.
you run through
the streets
yelling no justice
no peace.
you are a revolutionary,
a veritable tom paine
with a hoodie.
there is a riot
in all of us,
just waiting to
explode,
waiting to implode.
waiting
for a reason, this
violence should make
it all better.
once home,
you set the tv up,
then go back for
an I phone.