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From: bkb@ccieng6.UUCP ( Brian K. Bailey)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: punk poetry
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Date: Sun, 13-May-84 20:12:00 EDT
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Posted: Sun May 13 20:12:00 1984
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The following is an original poem by a friend of mine
whose poetry deals particulary with punk expression, urban
existance, and decay/decadence. I'm arranging for publication
of more material like this and thought that since there hasn't been
anything interesting on net.poems for a while maybe this would 
stir things up. How do people out there feel about threatening
poetry when most of what you read is self indulging heartwrench?

Punk's Anthem

We are punk
We don't care
We'll do just what you don't dare
We're fast, loud and crazy.
We're anarchists, we do what we want.
Drugs, cigarettes, piss, beer.
Only the hardcore belong here.
Slamming, mashing
Swarming, thrashing.
Punks rule here.