by Stefan Blixt
Go in through the front door
Down to the basement
Left throught the corridor
With the clean, chequered floor
Go up to the brown desk
Left side, third drawer
Move away the office papers
Underneath are daddy'd magazines
Hidden
Dangerous
Free thoughts
Bad thoughts
Go in by the press stalls
Straight through the printing halls
Enter the office stairs
That say "Revolutionaire"
Enter the second door
Look at the wooden floor
Pick up a loose board
Underneath are daddy's magazines
Containment
Pour the hot lead
In your own head
See the sickness
In your gladness
As you reason
Feel the treason
Want so badly to live as I learn