I remember wearing my bondage trousers
With lots of zips and band names,
Listening to punk rock and pogoing the night away,
Dripping with sweat, ears ringing
I really miss them punk rock days,
The passion has not diminished despite the fact I’ve aged,
It was all about music with messages
And some still do this today,
But I no longer am connected to it
But I listen to the music with all its rage,
I still write about those messages
Roll out slogans and subversive rifts,
And writing poetry based on this gives me a spiritual lift,
Simplistic and crass some people may say
But in truth I do not really care,
Sometimes it means I wrote the shit, that nobody else would dare,
And thanks to some who like my work, some of it even gets a share,
Because punk rock was a music genre that actually fucking cared.
fauxcroft 
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