hey there, this i s where the opinions expressed are mine and only mine. this is my forum to express what i feel needs to be said. whether its through poetry or something else i feel it is important to share my views and rants with you. if there is anything you feel offends, pisses off, makes you laugh, smile or want to puke let me know......that is why i am doing this.
Here are two poems i wrote just venting about two very different issues.....enjoy
sid’s dead, get over it they lie in alleyways/ punk rock fantasy and vomit/ mohawks/ pink and blue/ saftey pins/ druken criminals wishing for death/ poor suburban rich kids gone wrong/ forced to rebel by overbearing parents/ anarchy and leather is their exsistance/ fighting for acceptance/ trying to survive/ life in the burbs was to much/ so now they die in dumpsters south street dare devils/ begging for coin and bread/ idolizing past heroes/ morons draped in stardom/ they look to the glory of rock/ missing the fables of suburban life/ mutalating faces to express pain/ fear of morning causes insomnia/ pills and needles replace books/ sores and viruses cause ugliness/ no refuge in winter squalls/ they have no heroes now/ ex-rockers won’t save them/ nor would they/ they would piss on them/ homeless by choice/ white guilt caused by rich folks/ daddys a lawyer, run away/ be free/ be independent/ be punk/ forget those who have to be poor/ or those whose futures were doomed/ you are a sack of disease/ living off a society much like them/ more then they think/ punk is dead/ and wish you lived then/ it was the same/ heroin induced rants/ fearing government and police/ waking up dead in squats/ covered in maggots and fecies/ is this the romance of it?/ when you shit in the same corner you eat in/ how romantic is this?/ grow up!/ be punk if you are, not cause daddy drives a porsche/ sid’s dead/ get over it. / J.R.
“the rich girl, social activist” rich girl, valedictorian/ off to college, full ride/ wearing your j-crew sweater and burkenstock sandles/ driving your graduation gift, volkswagen cabreolet/ on the back there’s a “free mumia” sticker not sure who he is, but it shows you care/ soon evolved in a social action group/ you go to our neighborhoods and talk to us about drugs, micro economics, urban development/ we listen politely/ asking ourselves, “what is this bitch talking about?”/ you leave fufilled/ your one day in the “ghetto”/ then you brag about the day you wore a beret in the rain and protested some law you never read/ soon school and daddy’s money become more important/ you still “care”, but you’ve gotta make it in polotics “to make a difference”/ you’ll show daddy, oh yeah!/ you’ll be a democrat, not a republican/ well guess what/ they are both liars/ oh, but you’ll be different/ you know the poor/ you were president of committees in college/ you protested/ you smoked pot with some pseudo-intellectual hippies in a north philly apartment and found “inspiration”/ you will show daddy/ even though you’ll help pass laws that oppress south america/ free mumia, you never will/ you helped put him there/ your dad lobbies for guns/ he supports the school of the americas/ so latin kids can learn to kill another romero/ you give up volunteering for a jod daddy gave you/ remember the poor/ when you pass laws cutting benefits/ you are a good person/ you’re friends are now those you protested/ you’re college revelutionaries either work for you or you shut them down/ rich girl, one day/ maybe you’ll change/ yeah right/ we’ll still be here/ if ya even remember or look down your nose sometime/ enjoy yourself/ rich girl, congresswoman/ “social activist”/ what ever that means/ J.R.
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thanks jer
