'This Is What Rock And Roll Is Meant To Be' Poem by Ana Podarevska

nasal passages contract with the smallest contact high.
can you get by?
i have mine, but are we still alive?
drums in my ears make the smallest dots appear from the sky-
i want mine.
you can have yours another time.
oh, will you slap the face of mother mercy
living in a dirty hole?
can you watch as we torch
the dreams you've dreamed of all your life?
will your eyelids droop with pills
while your appetite swallows your meals?
how can you stand without a crutch
when the air around us hurts so much
to breath?

['This is what rock and roll is meant to be.'
-Marilyn Manson]