Have we all been morphed into sheep?

Waiting in line to be stripped naked, our pink flesh exposed to the cold chill of reality.

This makes us more vulnerable, more likely to follow the crowd, weak, if we feel we look ugly.

The aesthetics of the emotion of feeling alone.

because nothing seems better than feeling high when you’re low.

 

Have we all been morphed into cattle?

Food fed to us and thrown into the bowls we continue to eat from.

I can’t digest corn, so why would you feed it to me?

To make me fat, more tasteful to the evil taste buds

coating the monopolistic tongue that is this country,

but my value makes me tasteful.

Fertilizing your grass and feeding your children.

 

I am not something you can control so easily.

 

Punk is the freedom to write this fucking poem any way I want to,

Who are they to try and tell me I can’t?

Does it threaten ones sensibilities so much?

They’re just frightened because I’m free.

Punk is the graffiti littering the public land walls,

because this is a statement of the freedom to express art,

not throwing an advertisement in your face for “the next big thing.”

Punk is knowing when you are being undermined and over powered

and standing up for yourself, even if it seems like you can’t fight this fight.

Being knocked down and coming up stronger and smarter than you were before

Punk is protecting your family at all costs

Who are they to tell me I can’t carry a deadly weapon?

When you are on the streets

Sometimes all you can do is fight fire with fire.

Punk is selling 5 grams to make twenty bucks

Who are they in their corporate mansions?

I am not going to get, or take handouts.

I look out for myself  and my family.

Punk is taking out your rage on your friend’s face in a fair and organized fight

without the gloves on.

Who are they to tell me who and where I can fight?

With all that is unjust in the world

Maybe all I need is a couple of stitches and a small concussion.

Punk is taking a poetry class In the middle of a recession

Because I want to further my educational and creative skills,

Not work a nine to five as an automated human slave,

A robot at a desk destined to die here,

fingers still clutching the keyboard.

Punk is attending a liberal arts college, not a 2 year trade school

Or fucking M.I.T.

Because I want to be able to stay on my toes

In the academic world, not fall obsolete to a fast paced society,

Ever changing itself.

Not challenging itself, but drowning itself.

we dance like animals fighting,

kicking and screaming in close quarters.

the group smells of stale beer and cigarettes

and anything else we’re wearing that doesn’t get washed.

boots clash on boots

and spikes scrape together in a violent love affair, mashing and molding

into each others crevices,

tearing at clothes not equipped with such armor.

Our bodies slamming like ocean upon rock, creating a spray of sweat cast from our brows.

sometimes there is blood, and you may get it on you

but don’t complain because when you decided to come to a punk show

you should have known what you were getting into.

 

UNORIGINAL GENIUS: ANARCHY FOR THE U.K.

Anarchy for the U.K.

Is this the MPLA?

or is this the UDA?

or is this the IRA?

I thought it was the U.K.

How many ways to get what you want

In the city

your future dream is a shopping scheme

I wanna be an anarchist

because i wanna be anarchy

It’s coming sometime

but i know how to get it

i use the best

i use the rest

It’s the only way to be

I wanna be anarchy

Its the only way to be

Is this the U.K.?

or just another country?

Another council tenancy?

I am an anti-christ

I am an anarchist