Punk Song Poem by Jilly Ann

Punk Song



touch it. feel it
want to be it
see it. won't you. can't we. be it
near it will you want it

Don't feel so special. ethics on the line
want so bad a future
today a waste of time.

You have no purpose
Robot live your life
Tear down all around you
the smiles you'd like to have
you'll buy your dream on your last dime

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: today
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