“In my opinion, true love is expressed in reserve, modesty, and even
shyness toward his idol, and never in temperamental excesses or too
premature intimacy.” —Karl Marx, in a private letter, London, 1866.
Come a little closer, my comrade
and I’ll whisper my confession:
Nothing turns me on
like fighting against oppression!
In the midst of class struggle
there’s always time to snuggle.
(Better red and in bed
than bourgeoisie, I’ve always said.)
Who cares if we wake the neighbors
with the sounds of our surplus labors?
For it’s more than evolutionary…
If our love is revolutionary!
So seduce me, my scarlet darling;
let me give you a tickle.
You got the hammer
and I’ve got the sickle.
is the tune to which we dance.
Workers of the world Unite!
There’s an insurrection in my pants.
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