Judy is a punk.
But is she a drunk, drunk the
music scene, everything in green,
greener pastures of a forbidden life,
life with Rooney, a school
of hard knocks for sure, sure there is a shining star
in our lives today, today is not the day of
dreams, dreams of a child rings
out across the land, land of a million faces, places, traces, the human rat races...
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Such a great verse, Loppo. I can almost hear the Ramones, but I see a young, innocent Judy Garland. A great poem!