My Punk Poem

Don’t give me another lecture
I get the picture

Black and white isolated dreams given meaning
Seeing is believing don’t give me Margaret Thatcher
Don’t give me Adolf Hitler your capitalistic
Power hungry idealistic empty headed machine
Grinding all the theoretically overworked and underpaid
Turned into a sort of slave
Of the day to day treadmill towards salvation

I get the picture

Everywhere you turn revolutions imaginations
Working overtime I don’t want no Suddham Hussein
Don’t want no more Pohl Potts
Crushing the seeds of nations angelically moralistic
Suicidally optimistic categorizing till the poorest and
The weakest end up underneath the floor
Turned into a sort of slave
Of the day to day treadmill to salvation

I get the picture

Inside your brain mechanical men lament the heart
That knows it’s right I never knew Tolstoy
Never liked Lenin anarchy never gets away redly patriotic
Fighting for enigmatics posing for posterity
This time we’re going to win
Never mind the hungry or the dead
Or the poor or the weak
Underneath the floor they made
On a treadmill to salvation

I get the picture

Don’t lecture me you and I we stand here free
Watch with an unseeing eye what’s the use
Of stopping people wearing fur when
Someone’s out there dying now they’re dead fuck
You and your patronies fuck you
Fuck the world’s insanities
I see and it’s hurting me and if I shave my head
In sympathy don’t blame me
I got a little twisted growing up
‘cause I give a fuck you see
Me
I see you
Power hungry money grabbing treading on the poor and needy
Aaaaaah fuck you fuck you fuck you
I get the picture; we know they scream
The poorest and the weakest end up
Underneath the floorboards
On a treadmill towards salvation

I get - the fucking picture.