Too Drunk For A Revolution

Waiting for a revolution
as I wait for a drink
flicking olives into an ashtray,
I think about different
ways to overthrow a government.
Like how those French revolutionaries
chopped the heads off
of all the toffs,
and didn't think twice
about it.
The other flies in this bar
don't look too revolutionary,
with their cigarette jeans
and washing machine jackets.
Faded years and spilled youth.
Slurred speech
once was stirring speeches.
Every last sip of beer
is like a lost opportunity.
But
it doesn't seem as if
much would stir these cows.
Too drunk for a revolution
that's our problem.