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 
Brilliant 👍👍🖤🖤
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Thanks very much for reading and appreciating my friend 🙏💛💛 faux
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You’re always welcome my friend 👍🖤
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Amen to all of it
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Thanks very much my friend, I am glad it resonated with you 🙏 Faux
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Punk lives on 🖤
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Always and forever 🙏❤️ Faux
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I still enjoy punk
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That’s cool, what’s not to enjoy about it 🙏 Faux
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