protesting the protestors

students, curious onlookers

until someone handed them

a sign and a crisp $20 bill

so they joined the festivities

and chanted the catchy phrases

and glared at the men in blue

who seemed cautiously amused

by such a ragtag ensemble

of suburban undergrads

who had paused on their way

to pizza and pitchers of golden

lager at a nearby pub:

Storm the Bastille,

one shouted, Down with

Tyrants, Start the Revolution,

raising his beer koozie

in a solemn toast, adding,

I should like to be

in the gutter by nightfall.

 

Done