Wouldn't That Be Exquisite? Poem by Mark Heathcote

To take the law—into,
Your own hands—at times,
Now chaps! Think!
'Wouldn't that be exquisite? '

To murder—and feel nothing
'Nothing for that evil merchant banker'
But a poignant scarlet track of blood:
Drip! Dripping from; your trigger finger.

Dripping down a; runny-wet palm.
… Undoing their bidders' propaganda.
With the same said liberal impunity.
Regulatory restrictions
Oh—so they too go' off-limit?

Well, so let us: let us…
Undo their entire tax, programming budgets.
Fill in their Hedge-fund gaps with bullets.
Let's revolt, and have our own little revolution!
Take it all—back! …Back to nature's law.

An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth
Should cowardice break her reigns?
Riotousness and Righteousness'
'Could again; marry Mr Propitiousness.'
And homely will be his life with one lady,
Who possesses one of all three Charities?