Ideology, Politics and the Lack of Truthism

Marx is not the man in the donkey suit,
nor the woman - the whore - the mother
nurturing her fat ugly baby for something
Like the future.

If this is Marx to you, then you are sleeping,
and there is no hope except that you will
sleep on.

Marx is not the book on the bespectacled professor's shelf
... nor the words - the thoughts - the bitching
screamed into the thin minds of the flabby thought'd for something
Like the past.

If that is Marx to you, then you are broken,
and there is no hope at all, except that all shall know
you are mad.

Marx is is the man, not the symbol, nor the dream,
nor the bullet frozen in a frame of only now
lost in the fat disgusting ugly past amongst
Sandanistas and Cossacks.

If there is no Marx to you, then you are alone,
and there is no hope except that I will love you.