The Radical

Men never know

What they are doing.

They always make a muddle

Of their affairs,

They always tie their affairs

Into a knot

They cannot untie.

Then I come in

Uninvited.

They do not ask me in;

I am the radical,

The bomb thrower,

I untie the knot

That they have made,

And they never thank me.

Credit

From Caroling Dusk (Harper & Brothers, 1927), edited by Countee Cullen. This poem is in the public domain.