Punk Poem by Mountain Man
Punk
Punk rocker, a bobby socker.
The clock strikes ten.
Where is Big Ben?
Blitzkrieg, WWII, a soul.
What to do?
Ramones blaring a town of
caring.
Sharing this dream together.
In stormy weather.
Whether or not.
A city of Scotts.
Caught by the tail of your lies.
Lies by the sea.
Glee, agree, Cree.
Drums of passion light the way.
Way out somewhere.
In your underwear.
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