September #7

Doesn't a dystopian
sound like a drink,
a cocktail
that would taste
perhaps insidiously sweet
and then kick you
as it burned in your stomach?
Maybe it would have absinthe,
or some other exotic flavor,
chacaca perhaps,
something you would
have not heard of before
you asked for it
at the smoky bar.
A dystopian would kick you
after you swallowed,
after you greedily consumed
every last drop.
But then what
would an Anarchy Bomb do?