Punk Rock

Go to church, go to school, go to work, eat health food, don’t ask questions, it seems rude, wear the right clothes, listen to the right music, make the right friends, follow the rules set upon you, they’re there for a reason, but not the reasons they like to tell. They want you to function, they want you to prosper, they want you to continue the cycle. But the Clash, and Crass, and the Sex Pistols, and hell, why not Blink-182, and Simple Plan, pop punk still counts, The Ramones, The Stooges, The Dead Kennedeys, Anti-flag, Black flag, The Black lips, Limp biscuit, the misfits, sublime, and all the rest, they say fuck that. They say be broke, be angry, enjoy your youth, be yourself, and if you can’t just for the love of god, don’t be them, jay walk, wear short skirts and high cut shirts, wear jeans that don’t fit, and go break shit, from valuables to rules, disturb the peace, bump that shit so loud your ears break, deface your body because it’s yours to decorate, throw fits and be angry, make scenes, and be angry, embarrass your parents, impress your friends, and scare the shit out of the rest of them. Spray paint walls, carry pocket knives, show your boxers, and rip your shirt.