He still wears his hangman's jumper and leather jacket
But he stopped spiking his hair when their wasn't enough of it
And his fish net black t shirt now shows sagging tattoos
When he puts on his doc martens it makes his legs look skinny too
The chain between his ear and his nose was tarnished and black
With his hearing aid on full to hear his ghetto blaster rocking back
And when he has a smoke and drinks his vodka out of the bottle straight
He coughs a lot and sitting in his old recliner at night it keeps him awake
But you see it doesn't matter in the end for him and his mode of dress
Because what floats your boat is ok in this world without any redress.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
Rock until I die! Yes, these old punk rockers are still around. A great poetic description of a species soon to be extinct