changing the world one scream at a time

i see my

neighbor come home after a long

day

of protesting

and screaming

at Tesla

drivers.

she's exhausted, her voice

is hoarse.

so how did it go?

i ask her.

she sits down on her stoop

with her

signs,

and cowbell, her drum

and air horn.

it went well, she says.

i think

we changed the world

for good this time.

we annoyed a lot of people.

but we need to step it up a little.

we're going to do it again

next weekend,

you should come.

by the way do you have

any

gasoline

or empty bottles,

some rags

you don't want?