As far as the poet can tell, this must be what the recruits of her targeter’s nationwide vandalsm-arson-animal torture-domestic-terror network ~ um ~ think (using the term, of course, mo-o-o-o-st loosely!)

They sure aren’t thinking ~ just for instance ~ about where their own next glass of clean water would be coming from, after they got done EMP-shattering all the pipes…

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Recorded Reading (1:17): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/ly044od723oteduxxuzjn/After-Our-Explosions.mp3?rlkey=efp26ytaezsv3zld0rcd1xei5&st=4jtabii8&dl=0

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After Our Explosions

After striding through the wreck
Like masked avenging gods,
Women all will do our beck ~
We’ll have evened up the odds!

Politicians and stuffed shirts
All will genuflect
They had better show us
Some serious respect!

Yes, everyone, when we come ’round,
Will make a flattered fuss
They’ll know by then they never should have
Looked down upon us

Conan the Barbarian
Beer drinking Road Warrior
Yes, they’d better scurry ~
We’ll make ’em even sorrier!

They were too scared to stop us
Back before we blew them up
Now there’s no justice system,
We’re free to triumph, yup!

So all you little sheeple
Get down on your knees
Preparing your new masters
~ Us “real men” ~ to please!

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