Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? 
It seems easier with every clock tick. 
But whose will would that represent? 
Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's? 
Or better yet: the Government's? 
But I don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution. 
I don't want to be the Steve Smith of the Revolution. 
Do you see the analogy? 
We're the Oilers. The World Bank- the Flames! 
And just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! 
Yeah, Jesus saves! Gretzky scores! The workers slave. 
The rich get more. One wrong move and we risk the cup. 
So play The Man, not the puck. 
Why don't we plant a mechanic [bad word] and erase the memory of the machines 
that maintain this capitalist dynasty? 
And yes, I recognize the irony that the very system I oppose affords me the luxury 
of biting the hand that feeds. 
But that's exactly why priviledged [bad word] like me should feel obliged to whine 
and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they need.