a squat full of **** punks is like one guy
w/ 13 bodies that refuses to bathe
& scrounges for spare change on st marks pl.
I imagine this one guy lives everywhere
in the developed world cuz it's hard
to be a **** punk where people have ****;
**** punks need the rich, their relatives
to dumpster dive & live practically
in the sewer cuz they're so edgy &
avant-garde; uncles w/ recording contracts
make them indie travelers w/ gold cards
but drug dealers don't take gold cards;
this one guy rises to prominence every
few years w/ a new name but it's the same
***** **** punk we all knew as kids;
what-d'ya know, he was a ******* genius &
he didn't even stand out in a crowd; guess
his friends were posers & he's the real deal or
is it the other way around