Punk rockers of all descripts
Ignoring their instincts, I've lived to
the beat
And the last of them to move me
had no such privilege
And took to the streets
Intense and passionate, undue and
resonant, the whip cracked too late
for their outer cases to shudder their
mellow hearts, for all
time I'm sure
I won't understand
Copyright ©️ David Bosworth April 2026
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC
Punk rockers of all descripts
Ignoring their instincts, I've lived to
the beat
And the last of them to move me
had no such privilege
And took to the streets
Intense and passionate, undue and
resonant, the whip cracked too late
for their outer cases to shudder their
mellow hearts, for all
time I'm sure
I won't understand
Copyright ©️ David Bosworth April 2026
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