We Shall Speak

Stick it with your control measures, they don't work around here.  Signs have no influence.  Gibberish.  Eventual litter, blights.  Signs say nothing.

Oblivious to your guidelines and policies, they are not mine.  Your creeds are bland, your proclamations are weak, your mandates are ignored.  Your bans are irrelevant, your muzzles are broke.  Intentional disobiedience, planned, perfected, taught.  We shall speak.

Rock the mock, loudly.  Pile on, with truth and class, and some perfect vulgarity to make it fucking stick.  Little clowns they are, little Mao clowns.  Shame throwers who won't show their faces.  Laugh them off, shun them, escape the dull dim.