First two lines need to be changed: right now you're presenting us with an image, and then hammering us with an explanation. You should reword it, probably to something more active, involve the narrator. Turn it from a simile to a metaphor and really run wild with it.
Wait: where did the revolution come from? We were talking about winding up cars. And now there's ripped jeans, idealism, Castro, and counter-cultures. I'm lost. The theme of this poem is getting ruined by (a) a forced rhyme with no metre whatsoever and (b) messy metaphors and similes lying all over the place, unconnected. There's no tightness, it's a bit all over the places.
I like the idea of making a venn diagram, but it's buried in the middle of a confusing mishmash of images. It isn't helped by some frankly bizarre wording -- "hold our jeans to our genes, seamlessly" and "the lesser of two evils is lesser than resolution". Really look at these lines and think about what you're trying to say, I honestly have no idea.
So: cut into this with a fine edit and rip it down to its bare bones. Show me the heart of what you're really trying to say.
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