Kiss Me Comrade

When the revolution came I was fast asleep

, and woke to discover that my housemate now spoke in slogans and used the crockery for target practice.

When the revolution came I was on the bus, and all the road signs into town were being transliterated into Cyrillic by teams of cheerful women.

When the revolution came I was outside having a crafty fag, while they abolished the bourgeois distinction between management and staff.

When the revolution came I turned on the TV, only to find that every station was broadcasting a subtitled documentary on the life of Lenin.

When the revolution came I fell in love with you. I fell for you hard. With your socialist rhetoric and your tricksy ways. Kiss me comrade. Kiss me quick.