"townsend" poems
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Make the days as short as sleep
My kid, an Airman, the time is nigh
Spread their wings and let them fly
Save the world and protect our land
In the air and on the sand
Teach them skills and plant a seed
To live an oath, the Airmans Creed
In their blues, us parents grin
Aim high, our Airmen, Fly, Fight, Win
-Duane Townsend
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
(almost) 60:
So what?
It’s only
a lonely
number,
A digit,
A widget
A speck
At 60:
Some are happy
But some, alone
Without a home
Others widowed,
Divorced
or forced
into Invisibility.
We are who we are.
Some poor,
some rich,
some think it’s a *****
Black or white,
gay or straight
love or hate.
Life is what we make it
Growing older
has its perks.
There’s Social Security,
more maturity,
AARP.
Medicare,
blue hair,
Sr. Discount @ McDonald’s
Replace a hip.
Botox a lip.
The knee’s arthritic,
the stomach acidic.
Life is fragile,
And just like that!
Snap!
It could be gone!
Meandering down
the road of life.
Oblivious.
Lascivious.
A relationship, or two.
Stopping for a beer,
having a career,
driving with the top down.
Then… SLAM….
brick wall ahead….SIXTY!
Screech of brakes.
For God’s sake.
Sixty’s the new forty?
********
Deal with it.
Get your head on straight.
It was Pete Townsend
who penned,
“I hope I die before I am old.”
Truth be told?
Older makes wiser.
Wiser makes sense.
Truth to dispense,
and still a lot to learn,
Growing old “gracefully"
is an art in itself.
From middle age
to Sage,
we step into our skin,
and rejoice
our voice
is heard
I will be thankful!
I’ll thank the Lord each day!
For my three gorgeous girls,
the best friends in the world,
and a job that pays the bills.
Wealth,
My health
To love myself
At 60.
Sixty is ****
If I lived through the sixties, I can live through the 60’s.
(maybe a **** or two would help though)
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
If I could pick the menu,
I'd choose a tasty appetizer of Hendrix pituitary,
& a huge salad covered with Joplin cortex.
Plant's gray matter for the main course,
sides of Jaggar & Morrison stems,
along with a bottle of Springsteen spinal fluid.
I'd definitely have to order
an ample sweet-portion
of Daltrey thalamus
& sprinkle it with some Cobain lobes.
A shot of John's cranium
with a nightcap of Townsend cerebellum
would surely hit the spot.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
I'm going to be reading Saturday, first reading in exactly four months. I would like you guys to help me pick what to read: send me your 3 favorite titles (a link or description if untitled). I will read the most poular, if not the two most popular (but not the one about my algebra class or dreams, if you like a section of either of those, send me the section number). And if you live close to Port Townsend, Washington and would like to hear me read, it's from 6-7 pm at Pippa's Real Tea, downtown Port Townsend. There are two other scheduled readers, both are pretty amazing, and then a half hour open mic.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Dylan Klebold (17)... Senior.... September 11, 1981- April 20, 1999
Eric Harris (18)... Senior.... April 9, 1981- April 20, 1999
Cassie Bernall (17)... Senior.... November 6, 1981- April 20, 1999
Lauren Townsend (18)... Senior.... January 17, 1981- April 20, 1999
Rachel Scott (17)... Senior.... August 5, 1981- April 20, 1999
Corey DePooter (17)... Senior.... March 3, 1982- April 20, 1999
Daniel Mauser (15)... Sophy.... June 25, 1983- April 20 1999
Daniel Rhohrbough (15)... Sophy.... March 2, 1984- April 20, 1999
Dave Sanders (47)... Old **** October 22, 1951- April 20, 1999
Kelly Fleming (16)... Junior.... January 6, 1983- April 20, 1999
Steve Curnow (14)... Freshmeat.... August 28, 1984- April 20, 1999
Matt Kechter (16)...Sophy.... February 19, 1983- April 20, 1999
Isaiah Shoels (18)... Senior.... August 4, 1980- April 20, 1999
John Tomlin (16)... Junior.... September 1, 1982- April 20, 1999
Kyle Velasquez (16)... Junior....May 5, 1982- April 20, 1999
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT (Spiritual Awakening) BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND
5 July 2012 at 21:38
MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND
Be careful what you wish for
for one day it may come true
I used to jest about my wishes
in a time before I discovered, just what Magick can do
Karma, I didn't really think that much of
and I'd never even heard of 'The Threefold Law'
didn't pay any attention to spirits
and I'd never considered that I may have been here before!
What the heck's 'The Wiccan Rede"?
Is it something I want or need??!!
So what if I should harm someone
Has this not before, to me, been done??
Why would anyone believe in what can't be touched nor seen?
In Perfect Love? And In Perfect Trust??
What's That supposed to mean??
And why should I read some poetry Written by a woman called Doreen??
Then In my light bulb moment, as quick as a flash!
I thought 'Now I see what the fuss is all about'
and at that very second, for Magick I fell hard and fast!
Saddened for a minute, thinking of what Joy so far I'd lived with out!
My only regret is that I didn't discover sooner, universal energy,
I should have walked this path long before now
For Magick and its power, have opened my eyes - OH and How??!! WOW
Some people think I'm weird,
Others think i'm mad
I came out of my spiritual broom closet
and for that I'm so very glad!
I'm looking forward to my future
with wide and enthusiastic eyes
long gone are empty days all alone
no more sleepless nights, filled with self-pitying cries
I'm the happiest that I have ever been
Thanks to energies that remain untouched, unseen
IN PERFECT LOVE & IN PERFECT TRUST
I will follow My Destiny, My Heart, My Dreams - I MUST!
by Kristie Townsend 12.11.08
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Percentage of selfies on Instagram: 42
Estimated number of days until returning home to Seattle: 479
Portion of dreams that are actually nightmares from working at Mama’s Pizza: 2/3
Total value of Urban Outfitters clothes, accessories, decorations: $786.54
Likelihood of starting anything on Monday: 1/7
Decibels of hearing I've lost at birth: 62
In addition to 2.5 billion beats in a lifetime, when I see a sunset my heart roars: 1,000,000
Total years spent in hell (aka Texass): 16
Probability of rolling my eyes when I read a cliché: 1/1
Swipes of Chapstick per day: 53
Level of urgency to *** after holding it in a car outside of El Paso for two hours: 17/10
Accumulation of hearing aid batteries used in one year: 124
Time I stay awake to if I had coffee the afternoon before: 4 am
Projected cost of 10:23 pm Friday dinners of Peking’s daily special in one month: $40.33
Average number of minutes I spend angrily live tweeting about stupid Disney movies: 67/123
Date of which I made a promise that I'm still keeping, but she broke hers: January 2, 2010
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
D.N.A RESULTS by Kristie Townsend (23.07.07)
patiently I wait for the pain to stop
for blackness to overwhelm my fractious senses
for death to soothe my destroyed emotions
for eternal silence to end my indifferent pretenses
but even drug induced comas
or the gift of life, twice
leaving my children, or those whom proclaim to care
are enough of an incentive for me to wish to remain here
I lost my daddy, Eric, Mr T
I betrayed myself, I fell apart
I believed the DNA results would set me free
instead they broke my fragile heart
But the universe and life unfolds as indeed it should
although not always as I would like or desire
and one day, when I look back
Im sure Ill be glad that It wasnt my time to expire
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
24.07.07 - by Kristie Townsend
3 October 2009 at 17:36
In a darkened pit
a space in which I seem to fit
despair, fear, my escorts here
and paranoia chased hard at my rear
been given a label
a title, of which I am quite able
to stick upon my frowning forehead
whilst still wishing I was dead
suicidial emotions
irrational words spoken
secret ritual, daily self harm
like starvation and cutting my arm
plaster on that fake grin
take it all on my chin
never to surrender, never to give in
for I am merely another child borne of sin
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
where is the cadence moving?
is it towards jesus christ?
is it towards a shining *****
is it foreword?
how does anything happen
linear? how does anything happen
spherical? remember that time
when devin townsend masturbated me
with his guitar pick?
i'll tell you about this plum:
when albert hofmann gave me the
gift seven lifetimes ago, he created
a radioactive island. it needs no aid,
it sees no faces, it survives auto
trophically on moldavite &moonbeams;.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
In last November 2015 a friend of mine named Bridget died and
Her partner sadly misses her
And on August 12 2016 Bridget
Was reincarnated as Michael Townsend son of Alice and brother of Toby Townsend
You see it is my work as Cronus to bring Bridget back into the world as Michael Townsend
And another mate of mine that died last year was Steve Grigor
And September 6th 2016
Steve Grigor was reincarnated as Ethan felix Vaughan
You see as soon as Steve died
Bridget took him by the hand and they shared many a methane smoothie together
So their bodies can improve the quality of their life and now
Bridget's mother is Alice and Steve is son of Tamara and Henry
Here is a welcome to earth song to Bridget and steve's soul
Welcome welcome welcome
You drink your methane and you have a lot of fun
And now you have been reincarnated into your new life
Death isn't the end
It is a new beginning
So let's party with Michael and Ethan
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
my room smells like stale cigarettes
a bunch of wilted flowers on my bedside
and so i lay them over your grave
in the cemetery where my thoughts go to die
the lazy afternoon ***** with jim morrison
and pete townsend watching us from the walls
jars of ***** collecting in my closet because
im still throwing up the milk i ****** from you
when i was still a child and you were a man
when you took your coffee black
and mine was almost white in comparison
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
Isn't it easy to write during these times,
And difficult to write on these times,
Without ripping off figurative comparisons.
I want to use wasteland
But I'd be the one compared,
And that won't work. That's not my intent.
Besides, Townsend and T.S. worked it.
There are the platinum choices
Like Satan, Lucifer, or Legionnaire.
But Milton has his scent all over these,
And the Bible invented them.
Those times.
These times.
Apocalypse, or any version thereof,
Would surely bring Brando to mind,
And Kurtz's heart of darkness.
There are inspiring descriptors like,
Cataclysm, devastation and destruction.
Well-represented in cinema
Since Birth of a Nation.
Now there's irony.
As much as Holocaust would be perfect to plagiarize,
I, nor anyone else, should ever attempt,
(And it would be a vain glory attempt at best)
To use this singular word
In an analogy for anything, ever again.
Ever!
Unless absolutely necessary.
Unless someone we know gets stupid.
Then more stupid.
Then stupider.
Then most stupid.
And finally,
Not with a whimper, but a bang.
I falter.
Not exactly plagiarism is it?
Shouldn't be repeated either.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
The Final Goodbye - Written By Kristie Townsend
5 July 2012 at 21:27
ITS TIME
This is it
The end of the line
I knew that the day would eventually come
When I got that call, it was time
The Can of Worms opened
The fear, The pain -
and all other unexpected emotions provoked
On the stench of death I nearly choked
Who do I now share with?
Who will hear my grief?
How will I ever heal?
on my own again Is my belief
I will see you in The Summerland
I will say Goodbye for now, Hold you tight
Share with you precious final moments
no matter who argues, whatever the fight
My regrets are plenty
my memories few
but at least I can say
that I do have some with you
This is my final line to you
My chance to lay to rest the past
I feel grief, sad and blue and also
as though I always came last
by Kristie Townsend (04.04.07)
Written in memory of My maternal Grandma, Kath Ledwith who passed away the day before. She suffered a very long, painful, agonising passing, May Her Un-tamed and Unconventional spirit now be at peace, free to roam, free from pain, free from the many hardships she encountered on the earthly plane. May the Goddess Love and Guide you Nana. Love you *** (P.S. I miss your Trifles!)
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
For long enough I stood there waiting
The consequences for us dating
But as you know I’d wait forever
Your love is my whole life’s endeavor
Do you remember when we met?
A moment I cannot forget
You drew me in with charm and sweetness
Surely how one should impress
I called you and we met at Cly’s
All dressed in white from head to thighs
And there you kissed me on my lips
I touched you with my finger tips
We walked back over to my dorm
Took over Townsend like a storm
Then I woke up, sun shone brightly
I kissed and tickled you so lightly
And saw that gorgeous smile gleam
I wondered what it all could mean
Maybe, that you were the one?
Our journey had only just begun
But then, from nowhere, stroke of fate
I asked you, “Barndance, be my date?”
You answered back, to my displeasure
“Him and I, we’re back together”
Crushed, disheartened, thoughts unclear
Body shifting rage in gear
We can only be good friends?
I guess it’s where the story ends
Except it can’t, my heart’s the same
I’ll keep on playing your sick game
Cause I will wait, I’ll wait for you
‘Til once again this dream comes true
I’ll take your body close to mine
Kiss you sweetly all the time
Passions wild, senses numbed
I’ll pray that morning never comes
But when the sun should slowly rise
I’ll gaze into your hazel eyes
And if I stare for long enough?
Your eyes will open, full of love.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known.
Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite.
Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola.
You know that famous saying
That money is the root,
And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil.
One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted.
I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's.
But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand!
It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation.
The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices.
There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places.
The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit.
We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets.
It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies.
The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart.
I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care.
Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go?
Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner.
By Matt Drake
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
A Child full of wonder comes home
And hangs her coat on a peg
She hangs her backpack
Her scarf and her mittens on a string
the new friends she made
the smell of a spring and freshly baked biscuits
And the sound of Mrs Townsend taking the register
She puts her headband on the peg, with her name painted on it in silver
And her jumper with her name sewn inside
The whirr of the acorn computer and the flash of coloured pencils
The shyness and worry about not fitting in
The wish to be seen but not be the centre of attention
The worry about nightmares coming true
The realisation that everything just like the day has to come to an end
I will always love you
She longed for a skipping rope
She ties the rope securely around the peg
How sturdy with all this weight
She stares at the peg proudly
She thought about her day and her hopes and her worries
and thought about how heavy they can sometimes feel
So she knows this peg is doing a great job
At taking the load
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
Love causes confusion, written by Kristie Townsend (09.04.07)
6 July 2012 at 00:15
LOVE CAUSES CONFUSION..........
I CAN'T SLEEP TONIGHT, BECAUSE YOUR NOT HERE YOU HAVE A HOME,
A LIFE OF YOUR OWN WITHOUT STRONG ARMS TO PULL ME NEAR
I FEEL ABANDONED & AFRAID, CONSUMED BY FEAR
"I'LL RETURN SOON, HONEST"
THATS WHAT YOU SAID YOU'D DO
"TRUST AND BELIEVE IN ME, BABE"
AND I HALF-HEARTEDLY TRIED, HONEST, ITS TRUE!
MY SENSES STIR AND MY SOUL AWAKENS
EVERYTIME YOU WALK IN THE ROOM
MY DEFENCES ARE DOWN, MY FOUNDATIONS SHAKEN
AS I BEG YOU "PLEASE, COME TO ME SOON"
A PHYSICAL PAIN, THAT IS WHAT I FEEL
WHEN YOU ARE NO LONGER HERE
MY ADDICTION AND DEPENDANCY ARE REAL
"OUR LOVE" BEING JEPODISED BY "MY FEAR"
"OLD DESTRUCTIVE HABITS DIE HARD" SAY THE CONSTANT VOICES IN MY HEAD
THEY LEAVE MY EMOTIONS, MY HEART SCARRED & LONELINESS IS ALLEVIATED BY ANALYSING ALL THAT YOU SAID.
I TRUELY HAVE NEVER GIVEN MYSELF TO ANOTHER, AS I DO TO YOU SOUL MATES, BEST FRIENDS, LOVERS
I REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS THROUGH
I BELIEVE THAT YOU DESERVE BETTER,
I CAN NEVER BE ENOUGH FOR YOU
I WOULD WRITE YOU A "DEAR JOHN" LETTER
BUT I CANNOT, FOR IT SIMPLY WOULD NOT BE TRUE
I AM A FOUNTAIN OF SOPPY SENTIMENT
WHEN I THINK OF OR SEE YOU
PREVIOUSLY FULL OF RESENTMENT
NOW I'M FILLED WITH SELF DOUBT & WHO YOU MAY *****
I HOPE THAT YOU ARE A BIG BRAVE LION
COS I'M SCARED ENOUGH FOR TWO
I PRAY YOU'RE MADE OF STRONGER STUFF THAN I AM
FOR I FEEL WEAK, HELPLESS & ALL ASKEW
THE CONFLICTING SWIRL OF EMOTIONS
I HAVE DEEP WITHIN MY CORE
ARE MOST LIKELY TO CAUSE A COMMOTION
IF I SHOULD DARE TO DREAM OF MORE
I PRAY DAILY THAT WE STAY TOGETHER
IF NOT FOR A YEAR OR MORE
HOWEVER MY CYNICISM KNOWS BETTER
MY PREVIOUS EXPERIENCES PREDICT THE FINAL SCORE
I MEAN IT WHEN I TELL YOU THIS,
FOR WORDS ARE ALL THAT I HAVE,
YOU GET THE JIST?
I THINK THAT I'M FALLING IN LUST WITH YOU
AND NO I'M NOT TAKING THE ****
I THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU HAVE GIVEN ME
WHICH IS A LOT, MORE THAN I KNOW
I LOVE, HONOUR, RESPECT & CHERISH YOU
WELL AT LEAST UNTIL THE DAY YOU GO!
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
FOR MY FRIEND.........By kristie Townsend 31.10.09
31 October 2009 at 22:06
I have a friend
my love for her, has no end
through all of the good stuff, and some times that are bad
she proves to me, that she is the bestest friend that I ever had
through all the laughter, and and all the tears
through the passing of the seasons, and of the years
we share with each other all of our hopes, dreams and fears
United, together we confront adversity if it nears
Through thick and through thin
at times when we lose and the triumphs that we win
my friend has been my constant companion, she is strong at my side
She provides all of the tissues, to mop up the tears that I've cried
Petty squabbles and arguements are only a temporary divide
all feelings of anger and annoyance are quick to subside
this poem is for you, my way of saying THANKS
this poem is for my mate ...............................??? you fill in the blanks!!
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Sometimes
in the
Devil's hour,
when your form
is next to
mine,
I can feel, can
hear your body pulsing,
twitching,
speaking
with the world
I'm never sure
if I should
let it talk,
release its
stories to the
night,
or if I
should brush
you with my fingers
and pull you back
into existence
next to me.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
Escape Plan (by Kristie Ledwith Townsend)
17 May 2012 at 06:39
I feel no pain,as I slice myself again
all I feel is numb, dumb, brains gone
disgust and loathing at myself, shame
not a chance of laughter, long gone, my fun.
when was the last time I laughed?
really giggled? until I could no longer catch my breathe?
when did I last let loose? Carefree?
when was my sarcasim, last at its best? dreft?
I look at myself in the mirror, what do I see?
who is that? eyes dead? lifeless, staring back at me?
when hollow, insincere words escape empty shell
I pray that today, I finally leave this life, my self imposed hell.
I've planned it now, my final goodbye
down to the very last letter, not even a half arsed try
yes I am thinking of my children, yes I am thinking of you
You'd be better off without me, without the damage you know I'd do
please do not save me, not this time
I want to meet my maker, I want to converse with the divine
I no longer wish to merely exsist, not on this earthly plane
No more shame, nor blame, not in this 'Townsend' name
I am being selfless, not selfish, please ,please see
I am thinking of us all, and not just pathetic ole me
Please don't mourn for something filled with age old scourn
For I will be glad, to no longer be , an involuntary Pawn.
I shall smile at the gates of heaven
if indeed that is my intended destination
pain gone, carefree, just me
finally I can be the spirit I've always wanted to be
if you think me selfish, if you think me bad
save that energy for something more productive
for someone who'll be glad you had
for that is a wasted emotion on me, I am not sad,
for at last feeling free, How I always wanted to be.......
Just me.......Kristie
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Townsend and Daltry are the ones putting me in a trance tonight,
Sending me to a time of excess and glory,
To reflect on a personal fight,
A battle against one's own mind,
One that will undoubtely be gory.
The first two minutes are void of voice,
The mixture of keyboard, synth and guitar too pure,
To me it seems like the perfect choice,
To express the feelings of one's own self-destruction,
As something without a cure.
False fronts are raised,
A gilded shell to all those to see,
To cover the corrupted and depraved,
To hide away guilt and shame,
Buried deep down,
Then Townsend lets it rip.
Its all just a great misdirection,
The perfect lie to distract and deceive,
Smoke and mirrors to lead you away from the lows achieved,
All in the name of dark recreation.
Inhaling,
The unfiltered cigarette' s tip glows bright,
Adrenaline is released and insulin is suppressed,
Yet the words continue yet.
A certain brand of funk pours from the speakers,
Setting the air alight with 80's vibe.
They call to you now,
The addiction and excess,
For you've tasted from the apple,
And now the hooks have sunk in.
But rip through the straps you must,
Put on a smile for all to see,
You mustn't show weakness now,
For all the others must see you as free.
The guitar is haunting,
The drumming sublime,
The bass setting an ominous tone for this tune,
Like Damocles's sword set above your head,
The slightest slip will cause everything to be hewn.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Eyes closed,
Fillings a'quivering,
As the dull background roar of the wind tearing by.
Eddie Vedder belting out the works of Etwistle, Townsend, Daltrey, Jones, and Moon.
Smoke exiting the windows as both my Father and I smoke.
Both laughing at the schadenfreude,
Seeing a traffic jam forming the other way,
Stretching out for 8 miles ahead,
With miles of more traffic to soon add on.
It's a shared humor at old jokes,
Shared a thousand times,
Like when we went hunting all those years ago.
I suppose it is nearing the time,
When my own path veers me so far away,
From the once small town I had grown,
Before I am to travel west,
In search of fufilling my purpose,
In service of the community as a whole.
The sun slowly setting,
As we reach the outskirts of Cincinnati,
The sky blue to flaring orange,
Lone clouds like embers being flung off the sun.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
the tattoos they got
in love and in anger
have turned to cartoons
not warnings of danger
Pete Townsend was singing
about my generation
who are now on Zimmer frames
and hormone replacement
the kids were alright
in the cafés downtown
where the little blue pills
went around and around
now mellowed stagnated
judgemental outdated
by the new youth culture
that’s moving and shaking
jumping on bandwagons
and acting like tarts
they’re all ******* green
with no purple hearts
but the culture it ended
the scooters all scrapped
and none of them realised
that The Who they just rocked
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC