Disillusionment With A Trotskyite Intellectual Poem by Bala Baskar Natarajan

The way you started off-
(i thought
you had a sword upstairs)
- i wanted to go with you.

But
you and i were shedding tears
over large pegs of rum and coke
and the thought of hungering masses
made you order some more chips

you and i believed in the printed word
mail order sales and the celluloid gods;
you and (therefore) i were anasthetized
into an omniscient impotence.

i would have gone with you
even if you had set out
to fight windmills with lances.

But
did you?