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just another punk song (Free verse) by darby pyn

The night before was a dense dream full with the taste of gasoline. blood on the concrete, the morning after, I can't remember, another disaster. memories spill like a broken vow. pulls you down from your pedestal to a bow. in servitude with no strength for defiance, inanimate objects, another appliance. braille for fingers. speak with touch. a silent conversation below the clutch. subversive thoughts are free to shout. ignite the gasoline than spit it out.

poetandknowit 4-Dec-02/9:12 AM
In this effort are you confusing punk song with say, hardcore song (you youngsters always seem to confuse the two),? Based on the words etched in blue I would vote the latter. If so, are you suggesting, or at least inferring by the chosen title, that all of these songs song alike or are attempting to affect the listener the same way?




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