Greta smirking, studying the weakness of the tired elite,
Aging in their fart-stained chairs,
Business suits and dresses draping over pouchy sagging flesh,
Cataracted eyes peering through bifocals reading speeches,
Mumbling into hot mics about how they,
"Would if they could, will when they can,"
Quietly cashing their government and corporate paychecks,
Denying and stalling with the wink, wink;
Change will never come,
And then it does in the form of an
Adolescent girl on the autism spectrum;
The fire is set effortlessly.

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