Irreverent

Perhaps you suspect
A criminal bent.

Perhaps you think me
Impudent.

Perhaps to prison
I’ll be sent.

It may displease
The government.

But I assure you
That what I meant

Was a tiny kind of
Monument,

In this big world,
A little dent,

One tiny thing
That’s permanent.

From existential
Discontent,

A jab at the
Establishment.

So, yesterday, down
The street I went,

And I took part
In this event.

I’m not exactly
Innocent,

But please don’t call
The President.

I promise I had
No ill intent

When I carved my initials
In wet cement.