Reading material for my thoughtful husband

I bought this from an earnest young man outside a university campus. It was freshers week. I was just leaving a poetry writing workshop at a local bookshop, when the red caught my attention. It asked me to join the revolution. But I just felt tired thinking about it. I thought my husband would appreciate it, as I paid £2 into the young man’s card machine using my iPhone for the newspaper. Now I feel positively radical walking around with such incendiary ideas tucked away inside my bag. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday