Radical,
ebullient fool,
burning hot in your ignorance,
spouting your words on the corner,
like it would have a meaning to all,
yes, you the radical,
spouting your words so furiously,
but chosen wisely,
like an inferior machiavelli,
a man with the mind of a clever idiot,
the mind of stupid fool,
oh, what a pointless exercise to be so obnoxious,
and outrageous and racist,
and so hurtful,
but you,
you use every hurtful word you can find,
and no one says much at all,
because they are too busy or don't listen at all,
and you cloak your words and your phrases,
with enough bite and disguise them,
with words that not many people understand at all,
and not enough for people to make a real complaint,
and those rare few who understand you,
have better things to do,
than to listen to you after all,
a man in the street,
with lots to say,
but whose words have no value at all.