Rock Song Poem by Joel Smith

I say nothing in many ways
angry for all of my days
typical in all i do
i dont have a mind
and neither do you

Oh i feel it coming on again
testosterone surge i need oxygen
look at me and shake your head baby boomer as my rebelliousness
spreads through your children like a tumor

I just wanna rock
so i wont waste time with words
'cause nothing gets it going
like the knowledge without the knowing

Smokey doesnt light fires in the forest
everyone scream with my angry chorus
nothing to say
nothing to do
its not everything that sucks
its just you