aka “Red Says We’re Too Old For This Shit”
punk rock kids still smoke real cigs they flick the light they breathe the smoke and tilt their heads back when they blow big clouds and jets and streams and plumes and tap their feet to three chord songs they smoke their cigs and bob their heads and shake their hair from side to side their clothes are black and old but fine to look at in the light of amps and bulbs in rooms with floors of wood and crowds of kids and chairs where you can sit and smoke some more if you run out just ask a friend if you can bum one more the kids all shout play one more song and turn it up my cig’s still lit and I’m still young
That’s a great poem. Fun to read aloud.