I am not an anarchist now but thought I might be.
Whatever flag I fly people will fight me.
When young, as others, I said maybe I am an idealist.
I looked it up, I said no, I’ll cross that off the list.
Communism appeared to have something to it but, in practice, Hell.
Some kind of socialism, half measures, people cooperating if they would.
But where does that work, nowhere so far.
Nazism I rule out, or fascism if you prefer.
I wear no label, don’t categorise.
I venerate the wise.
Nationalism is a no-no, nationalism kills.
When I find out what I’m about I’ll stop taking pills.
Actually, I don’t, I smoke and drink.
I sometimes think.
I muse, I am amused, confused.
But not very, don’t worry.
I leave no mark, I am no snail.
Still I lived to tell the tale.
I’m not much of a joiner, I bow to no king.
My last words may be I did my thing.
14th November, 2018