Comes up the night I tend to

act disrespectfully toward

the manners of the public

I might sing and move as if dancing,

doing strange stuff with my hips,

not to show off but just having a party.

I might yell into the night

some heretical slogans

and make the pharisees brood over it.

I might even question pseudo-democracy,

the state we’re living in

and screaming “freedom” instead.

I might want to be my anarchic

self instead.

In some nights I might want to

be just like that,

just like me.