Anarchy In The Backyard Poem by Alexander Downie

I'm gonna create some anarchy in my backyard, prune a petunia or two,
pogo down to the end of the path and drool on my own fecking shoe.
I may be the getting on a bit in life but me oleanders are doing fine.
No holiday in the sun for me, I gotta do bondage with an unruly vine.

In me pretty vacant garden I grow bougainvillea and jasmine,
they bring in humming birds and me hibiscus are something else.
My roses are red as my Barnet and my agave still spiky like me.
Old punks never die but we can tell a flower from a weed.

God Save John Lydon