Discord’s Socialist Tea Party

Gather ‘round, comrades, for a chaotic affair,
In the heart of the city, where laughter fills the air.
Eris, our hostess, with anarchy-flavored tea,
Serves biscuits of revolution, come join in the spree!

“The teapot calls the union black,” she proclaims,
As we sip from our cups, we’re playing their games.
With a wink and a nudge, we toast to the fight,
While they hoard their riches, we blend day with night.

Eris stirs chaos with a teaspoon, so sly,
“No lumps of sugar for the proletariat!” she cries,
As we watch the right co-opt our vibrant display,
While ignoring the struggles that won’t fade away.

“Raise your cups high!” we cheer, with a smirk and a jest,
For revolutions are art, they’re our finest protest.
We dunk illusions into harbor water,
But they float like banker’s bonuses, just getting hotter.

In this performance of power, we dance and we twirl,
Poking fun at the theater that’s become such a whirl.
“Look at us, rich folks,” we laugh through the night,
While they sip on their privilege, all wrapped up in fright.

“Here’s to the lip-service revolutions they sell,
With platitudes so polished, they whisper so well.”
So let’s join this tea party, let chaos unfold,
As we brew up a storm in this carnival bold.

For in every collision of laughter and strife,
We’ll reclaim the true meaning of struggle and life.
With Eris by our side, we’ll sip stars from our cups,
And toast to the future, where true justice erupts!