DOSSING ABOUT

Punx stand by 1 a-
nother through the darkest of days

clutching @ straws / taking it 1
day @ a
time

we could complain about all the shit-with-
-sugar-on-
top that keeps getting toss-
ed our
way but we’ll only burn our-
selves
out

and is it really worth it?

will all this aggressive music really
change any-
thing? What’s this poem really say-
ing, really? (fuck
knows)

stuck on the underground

still lounging about / getting pissed
on street
corners

sticking fingers up @ the coffee shop
wankers a-
cross the road

while the suits scream from their high-storey
windows: “GET A FUCKING
JOB
YOU THIEVING BASTARDS!”
(are they talking
to
me?)

Sod it / when there’s no
work
it’s back to the boozer for more supplies

chips in a cone on a corner for 99
p

then a long walk
home
in the snow.

 

 

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