We Didn't Want Any Poem by Mark Heathcote

We didn't want any bullshit rock 'n' roll,
we want Margaret Thatcher Toilet Roll.
Give me safety pins through my nose
and black bondage S&M clothes.
A youthful rebellion is what we need,
a nihilistic vision to counteract, Tory greed.
We wanted Mohawks, The Ramones, The Clash
we're the anti-establishment can you grasp?

We hate this manufactured pop culture—canned,
we need, The Sex Pistols we are the spat on Damned.
We wanted No More Heroes by The Strangler's anthem, sang,
yes, some idiot will wear a swastika, but he isn't one of us, man.
We want the New York Dolls,
our Transit vans, no 'F-ING' tour bus, Bentley, or rolls.

We don't want any diamante bullshit Elvis, rock 'n' roll clothes,
we don't want your far-right fascist record deals
we don't want to grow old and get Meals on Wheels
we want Margaret Thatcher's head on our 'F-ING' Toilet Roll.
Give us The Buzzcocks, The Dickies, the UK Subs, or 999,
give me that kind of shit anytime.

Fast and furious, speeded up and in your 'F-ING' face,
and when you sit down with your better half, alter ego,
don't forget to say your 'F-ING' grace.
Give us something real-and-minimalistic,
something far from enchanting or eulogistic;
give us Dr. Martens, Sham 69, Angels with dirty faces,
give-us-something that can change the course of ages, history,
give us back our freedom, subdivided 'F-ING' liberty.