ORIGINS OF A REVOLUTION

Here I stand exploited and degraded:
A coin operated bog-house door
Profits from my being constipated;
More capitalist abuse of the poor.
For a natural bodily function
I have to pay this wretched revenue;
The next toilet is miles past the junction.
I'm blackmailed by the lock on a loo.
Useless! Kicking the door won't help my fate.
How embarrassing. This isn't funny.
'Sir, do you have change? ... Forget it; too late.
I've shit myself for want of the money.'

Marxist revolution starts here, tonight.
Come on, weak bladders of the world unite!

Arthur Chappell