Don't you ask
  what I am--just see
  my pierced skin
  my tattoos -that's me

  here's my manifesto
  it reads:  revolution
  bring down society
  it's but corruption

  my dad was a drunk
  mum was a songstress
  my wife eloped with my best friend
  I'm jobless--rightly you guess

  cigarettes I can't afford
  thrown-aways I pick
  I know from your look:
  ' that *** makes me sick!'